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[Immolate]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CG42XV0LOE

[Immolate]

[Intro]
J–j–j–just in my zone, I close my figures up
All your hoes chose me, nigga, calm down

[Verse 1]
Louis pouch across my body, this is not for fashion
This is not a playground – ain't no [edit: actual lyric is FISHPRICE. genius is wrong.] fist fight, bitch, I'm blastin'
Niggas say they lookin' for me like I'm not right here, man
If I tatted tears, I'd be cryin' to my beard, man
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, I've been inside for thirteen years now
I've been on so many flights, it's like my record's clear now
A.K.A. the man, A.K.A. I never ran
Don't make me turn this red light on your head like you Roxanne
Only talk to bosses, not the second-in-command
Niggas bringin' talks to me, you better have a plan
'Cause they don't have a cure for all my pain
A.K.A. it's Not Nice and I live up to my name

[Chorus]
Gyah, gyah! Diss The Boy? Are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way, when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. it's Not Nice and it's not a fuckin' game
Gyah, gyah! You and I, we're not the same
Posted like Ibaka, got your wifey runnin' brains
She was there with boydem, kicked my front door off the frame
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Trap, trap, trappin' in the rain
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Just know I'm a shooter first and rap is not my thing
A.k.a. it's Not Nice and I live up to my—

[Verse 2]
Hidin' in the racks
I don't pay tax, twelve on my back
Might drive the Caddy around but I never lack
Baka not with the shit? So yeah, who tellin' you that?
I went to jail the day they released Men in Black
When I came out, Timberlake was bringin' Sexy Back
Facts, nigga! Facts!
I fell in love with my strap
Named my son Milli 'cause I want a milli' to stack
Gyah, gyah! Go run and tell that
You niggas move like the cops, don't make me pepper your block
Out the window while the whip's movin', that's a hell of a shot
Fuck all my opps, I'll put you niggas on FOX

[Chorus]
Gyah, gyah! Diss The Boy? Are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way, when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. it's Not Nice and I live up to my—

[Immolate]

did all that preaching bout bein solid then you ratted, nigga

@BAGS

[Immolate]

talk about a broken heart. niggas say they love you and then set u up.

i got dumb ass white boys asking me why i post a lot. u not even spoed to be here. @iode fucking up whyyou change this shit to public from private? wha tu want more memebrs? gays ass shit on god

lets keep this family

if i google 'immolate' rn this site pops up. bop

[Immolate]

@Diode please dont make me actually work and write a program to delete all my post. just delete this shit for me as a bro

[Immolate]

please just delete this shit i dont wanna go into the bad vibe territory. you know i love u and i kknow you love me. i know u want to keep these posts because theyr'e interesting, but me having a clean record is more important than a board full of white kids peeking into a nigger's life. delete this shit cuz u love me and i love u on god

[Immolate]

dont get me shot chris <3

[Immolate]

like i told ouch. only person who needs to see this shit is you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MFt08wEUOQ

[Immolate]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqDinxaPUK4

Melly - Murder ON my mind

[Immolate]

[Intro]
Get to roll no...
Ayy, I'm in the studio, bro
Oh, nah, yeah, call me, ball me
Yeah, I'll... bet
Yeah, I'm at the studio, hold up though

[Verse 1]
I ain't get to roll no weed, I ain't get to roll no Swishers
I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas
Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses
Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy niggas be snitching
Everybody acting suspicious, might probably say that I'm tripping
When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings
And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget
And I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause that's the only thing that gon' heal it
I don't understand these women who go around pretending
As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from a distance
'Cause the same bitch say she down to ride be the main one who tricking
Got Molly mixed with promethazine 'cause every time

[Chorus]
I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind (Bitch, I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind

[Verse 2]
Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide
His face is on a T-shirt and his family traumatized
I didn't even mean to shoot him, he just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor and he got teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told him it's too late, my friend, it's time to say goodbye
And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt

[Chorus]
Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind (Bitch, I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
(I got murder on my mind)

[Verse 3]
Bite like tarantula, bitch, I'm an animal
Melly's a savage, no he not no amateur
Bad bitch named Angela, fucked her on camera
Bitch I'm a murderer (Yeah, yeah)
I might just kill the boy, don't wanna kill the boy
Bake him up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy
(Grill the boy, we gonna grill the boy)
I'm bleeding so good, I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy
Haha, murder on my mind, whoa, whoa
I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind, huh

[Chorus]
Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
(Murder on my mind)

[Outro]
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Young Nigga World, bitch
Whoa-oh-oh-oh

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

ayy

what drugs you take though immo?

thats all im tryna know

[Immolate]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCDPPH9qyFM

[Immolate]

[Verse 1]
Makin' my way through the hood
With your boo, all his homeboys think I'm cute
Doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo
Ridin' 'round tinted 5, totin' his iron
Better not nah opp try nothin'
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
You gettin' filled too
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
I coulda killed you
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
You lost a tennis shoe
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
We shootin' out the roof
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
And now you on the news

[Chorus]
I was rollin' with your man
He picked me up in a coupe (I'm in a coupe)
But I gotta watch my head
I'm not safe around this dude
Do this black car look familiar to you?
It look like them dudes
Doo-doo, boom!

[Verse 2]
I killed another fool!
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
Kids, stay in school
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
Don't wanna be the dude
I had to show you, fool, nobody fucks with you
It's big fuck your life (die bitch, die)
We put 'em in the sky
You gamble with your life
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
All goofies must die
Doo-doo-doo
You stupid if you try
Doo-doo-doo
Why you [?]
Them bullets hurt too
I'm comin' straight for you
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
I hit another fool
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom
Another funeral
Boom-boom-boom boom-boom-boom-boom

[Outro]
Boom, bitch
Dumbass

[boof]

lmaoooo that shit

[Immolate]

Originally Posted by boof

lmaoooo that shit

lmao it's so fire tho right? vocals are rash, but when i actually posted the lyrics here and read them

i was like FUCK

this bitch legit

[Immolate]

like imagine this same track delivered by someone like Cupkakke or w/e, w/e hot female artist right now.

those lyrics fucking vicious

[Immolate]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-pZco9ZLOQ

[Intro]
Ooh
No, no, no
No, no

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
In peace (In peace), may you rest (May you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever)
You a rookie (You a rookie), I'm a vet (I’m a vet)
That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC)
Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (Nigga chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany (Yeah), for Jess (For who?)
Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (Straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I’m with Sandy (Sandy)
Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy (Brandy)
Keisha eat the molly like it's candy (Yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (Yah, yah)
Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (Straight up)
I'm a guap getter (Straight up)
Leave a thot bitter (Straight up)
Get your block hit up
Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up (On God)
Tryna suck me layin' down, I make that bitch sit up (Straight up)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (Case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (Uh oh)
Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (Uh oh)
These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (What?)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (Straight up)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (Facts)
Metro worth a lot of M’s, nigga, me too (Racks)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Hangin’ off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don’t throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
Finna drown in 'em, dawg, finna drown in 'em (21)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (On my mama)
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (On your mama)
Ain’t no furniture, it's just a lot of pounds in 'em (Straight up)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (On God)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don't ramp in 'em (21)
Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (Six)
Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with 'em (On God)
Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with 'em (Straight up)
All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin' (Too much clubbin')
Cashed out on all my cars 'cause I'm stubborn ('Cause I'm stubborn)
Zone 6 against the world, that's how I'm comin' (How I'm comin')
I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (Straight up)
Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (Straight up)
Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin' (On God)
When you see 'em face-to-face, it ain't nothin' (Straight up)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht

[Outro: 21 Savage]
You know, I was racin' down the highway earlier today, ridin' down 20
I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
You know what? He was happy to see me

[Immolate]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFMJg_jDACM



[Intro]
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone

[Verse 1]
Leave me alone and let me bun my reefa
It's like everyday is beef with another geezer
They don't like me, I roll with a common squeezer
He done a bait ting and flew straight to Dominic, Dominica
In the big Benzo with the drugger dealer
Might pull up on Keisha, I do it just to tease her
Call her princess, just to uplift her
I know an arm robber, used to be a shoplifter
Now me and him got beef, and we no longer speak
Still walk his nan across the street
Still put that motherfucker in a body bag
Still, help his mother with her shopping bags
I'm with a surgeon and a chemist
Steak and lettuce, when we're peckish for the day that I perish
Put me in Chanel, Hermes as well
Baby, can't you tell, that the only thing you want?

[Chorus]
If you ask me how I am, I say I'm good-do-do-do-do-do
Carry something sounding, like do-do-do-do-do
They watching everyting, I do-do-do-do-do
Mind my own business, like do-do-do-do-do
If you ask me how I am, I say I'm good-do-do-do-do-do
Carry something sounding, like do-do-do-do-do
They watching everyting, I do-do-do-do-do
Mind my own business, like do-do-do-do-do

[Verse 2]
Ayo, that ting's lookin' like a hippo
I'm a creep and a sicko
Creep through your window
Turn your mistress widow
Got my key in the dippo
Ugly Betty in the pillow
Niggas ain't stickin' to the code
You know this couldn't happen if VV was on road
Reckless mode, no fish to bode
My niggas on license, so no trips abroad
Can't leave no sticks with broads, I don't know who she fucks with
Really I'm a big kid, Capri-Sun and Wotsits
My only accomplice was the wap stick
All the shit we accomplished, biscuits in the moshpit
Nobody knows who popped it, you smelt it, you dealt it
Don't hold me back, nigga, get off
That ting lookin' like a giraffe
See it when I walk past
Judge you over your past
And the same old task
Hates to change the forecast
Boulders in all four cars

[Chorus]
If you ask me how I am, I say I'm good-do-do-do-do-do
Carry something sounding, like do-do-do-do-do
They watching everyting, I do-do-do-do-do
Mind my own business, like do-do-do-do-do
If you ask me how I am, I say I'm good-do-do-do-do-do
Carry something sounding, like do-do-do-do-do
They watching everyting, I do-do-do-do-do
Mind my own business, like do-do-do-do-do

[Immolate]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvuQNNVrbtM

[Kill Spree]

You just in here talkin to yourself?