WEND!GO

They say Beauty is inside your mind so i hammer smash it out,
the tomb is writ with passages you cannot stand to shout.
You truly think you can handle savages I kinda plan to doubt.
Peruvian sacrifical daggers slash a gash up in your mouth.
the blood that splashes causes flashes like i been  back up in the POW
i grab you bitch call her a heffer carve the back in to that cow
jagged blades and acid got me all relaxed up on the couch
snacks in a pouch rack on my crown we maximize pounds 
hitting your cap with thousands of rounds & hearing your screams drownin em out
dont mean to be mean but im just stabbing around we mad at u clowns honey badger the sound 
meat makes when it meets blades they say we changed
but we the same we eat face after we wait at least three days 
the age of apocalypse no time to Marvel at signs ominous rhyme
vomiting ive never swallowed my pride ghost in the shell complex shotgun
leave you hollow inside with solumn design i swear on my life that all of you die

Burden Of Steel Mixtape

u can catch me posted in the center of nine circles
with several nines lurking ahead  of my time burning
getting whats mine hurting anyone steppin in line
working with satan cuz im death in my prime surfaced
u see ur roots when automatic stutters
the truth is nuns droppin when u see the habits hovered
im up in this booth hammered tryinga crack another
They call me the roof cuz i got the attics covered
i am not the one to be fuckin with 
curses and hexes other shit got u wondering 
if and when theres an end to the sufferin
something grimmX3 covered in blood im in another's skin
see the lotion rub it in 
cut the flesh into sections like the mother ship
the freshest dissections direct to your coverage
the supper is suffered ribs
your chick wanted sufferage
so i stuffed her lips, that fuckin bitch.

Morgue Menu (w/Hannibal Jesster)

you can see me running with a weapon thru your spot
u aint really ready for the pop but you getting every shot
and in a second the only question left to answer
do the bites leave the same form of leperosy i got?
so its back to phantom back to the stacks in land rove
back to the back of the hand bro  u cracked like a handle mask n a candle
sip a little whiskey put the glass on the bandos in fact im scandal 
the racks on my mantle a snack or a sample the only thing left of your wife a hat n a sandal
running from the white n the black right behind like the back of a panda
kick a bitch out of her mazda like abracadabra
imagine a pattern gun blast leaves you brain scattered to saturn
what matters is matter as a matter of fact im getting madder n madder
kick in your flats door grabbed your fat whore slapped her and stabbed her
the salary cap means ill take an axe to cadavers thats when i halve ya
imagine flames on your corpse as u pass in thre lava
packing the hammer thor rats will be scattered 
thorax eating cannibals relax even gramma knows 
we maxing the antidote racks in our mandibles
we always round bread yeah we having a habit dough
emperors new groove a mask n a llama tho 
put bombs in the ground collapsing the planet yo
classic neanderthals get capped like the mana flow

Morgue Menu (w/Hannibal Jesster)

When I get a little bit shark flow go straight for the heart
I go so hard waiting in the dark parked till i come to fold and tear you apart
baring your scars flaring the ribs taking your parts
hair and your eyes keep staring too hard
for me to care who you are 
when i get a little bit in my system 
shit is flippin, indiscretions
wittle it a little bit little bitch
give me erections,
fists is flexin get to steppin,
for i go get the weapons,
then get to shleppin.
You motherfucks aint even in my section
So get giggidy frick friggidy Im so 
sick of bullshit really im this fed and pent up
so get ready psychological heavy with grips
steady as shit when the malevolence hits freddy
with claws sharp as a bic shreddy will come git eddie for kicks
the levy's just bricks so even teddy can slip
ruxpin is deadly with kicks 
javelin head to the heart of you pricks
con artists and bitch hearted you just
tarded you not guarded im on to your shit
honestly you think you gonna martyr me, quick read the card it says "hard to be hit"

CHORUS: I know what did LAST SUMMER
I know what you hit LAST SUMMER
Giving your bitch my dick LAST SUPPER
I be putting hooks in your kin LAST SUMMER

cars that we lift get parked in a drift we arch-nemesis
to courts n the pigs, reports what it is 
like a shortness of breath tim hortons is dead 
and mourners on sleds is gettin sprayed with the fourth like confetti in sheds
tattoed freak actually causes some catastrophe
got that trophy for making the movements look that low key
I got thor back Loki, shaq throw free, 
when you blast on me, that mean you miss with each shot,
off the backboard so please go ahead
order a fucking glass on me you wack phony
you lack grown keys so get the fuck 
outta the house and bounce before i get back homie
Taggage is baggage. Lips get sealed like magic when my name is revealed.
Faggits.
I keep a concealed Maggie because my blue hair aint saggy
I drop a dualie into 4 by an and watch me do some thangies

Cricklife Mixtape