Verse I: Tommy Wit Da Tone tommy creepin out the cut I know you could not see I’m makin stangs the gun go bang it’s a sweet robbery I’ll leave yo body on display and make a mockery I’m tip toein thru your shit I’ll take your property I’m satan’s bastard nothing more than his own vessel he speaks through me he says it’s time to meet the devil I take you out and then I’ll drag you to my level buried underneath a coffin and the shovel call up special k he pull up with the tec run yo mouth we run yo pockets and we break your neck head to the store we get our paper your name on the check I ain’t stuntin I ain’t braggin triple 6 I flex Verse II: Tommy Wit Da Tone tommy got the muthafuckin gat to yo back, think fast better make no moves or imma have to up and act this is what you get when you fuckin with mack put one in yo done and have your family dressed in all black 357, 9/11 procession of possession make yo ass believe in heaven indiscretion of aggression manic depressive incessant muthafucka got a weapon eyes red with a mask lookin real mean got yo ass shooketh as you shake and you scream doing all this dirt just to get your green fueled by the 'caine feelin like charlie sheen but you busta bitches steady know how it go room fulla drugs and a bag full dope live in shadows hide within my cloak live for the pain can’t wait til I croak, lil bitch

Verse I: Yung Desolation just waking up, it’s 3am hearing all the bumps in the night once again look around, who, what, where, and when interrupts my peace and my inner zen hearing the devil recite it’s hymns cursed with the worst from all my sins try to get away but it’s pulling me in you can’t escape it is under our skin it’s faceless and nameless, so violent and dangerous it remains contagious - so painful, not painless this is the creation of evil fixation, amputation of my spirit leads to automation creeping up outta the depths, felt in our chest, this will now be our last breath living a life so depressed, I tried to express, but fuck em, I leave all the rest Verse II: Lil Defilement bitch I ain't done, back up with that shit gripping the chrome, I pull back and it spits want to commit an act of that sin pissing and burning holy crucifix wanted to die, wanting to die all I've ever done was fuck up my life all I've ever wanted was to feel alright but I can't so I'm ending it all tonight one to my dome, one to my chest just to make sure that I remain so dead filled with that dread, eyes are so red nothing will fix this, no not even meds hide in your shed, creep to your bed filling that muthafuck up with some lead off with his head, off with his head off with his head, off with his head

Verse I: Yung Lil Fat Mane run up and get done up if you talkin that shit glock cocked back, and it’s ready to spit middle finger flexin, ain’t no flodgin like a bitch going insane, bitch I’m bout to lose it, yeah murder with a smile, pullin back the trigga thought shit was sweet, but I ain’t no snicka drankin some lean, bitch I'm sippin on some liquor 666, bitch you better reconsider if you steppin up to tommy imma cut your lights out fuck all your fame and fuck all your clout nuke the rap game, turn this bitch to Fallout ya style goes in circles like a fuckin roundabout I ain’t fuckin around, beating em down, give me the crown hell I am bound it is where I’ll be found drag you to the depths, takin you deep under the ground suffering eternally for all these psychosounds Verse II: CHOZEN

Verse I: Lil Incomprehensible lemme set up the scene, boutta tell you what I mean rollin clean, makin stangs, countin up my green hallowed is my wrist, but this ain’t halloween this bitch gimmie head like a guillotine got - got ya on ya knees like you was praying two to ya head, call that head bangin leak - leakin out ya dome like a hose that sprayin rollin down the ave real slow I’m swangin got a body in the trunk, duct tape and some junk burying this boy deep in the earth with some mud he wanna act a punk, so his life I debunked never ever fuck with the tone or the phonk you actin so rude, why you being so crude I’ll put you out to pasture turn into worm food break into ya home, get ya shit ran through so tell me playa mane, aye, whatcha gon do? tommy go bump in the night like a fright disappear witcha shit before daylight pussy boy lemons all bark, no bite with the red dot, lined up in my sights fuck around get ya ass chopped real quick that’s what ya get when ya tryna be slick get ya teeth knocked out by a bullet or a brick see it never really ever truly matters in the end now get the fuck up out my way before you see an early grave I’m creepin out I’m boutta spray with the black uzi or ak don’t give a fuck about a lame I’m only here to bring the pain so I go out and fuckin slay I make these lemon suckas pay get the gat out the backpack make it go clack run it back on the track, get ya face smacked none you muthafuckas know shit about jack so I cut em up and chop em up and do em like that, lil bitch FUCK YOU

Verse I: Lil [REDACTED] bitch I’m a misfit, but I’ll fit right in your miss miss me with that bullshit mane, I’m creepin out the crypt listen to the words that I have spit it went over your head like it had took off in orbit I’m chillin in the graveyard gettin familiar with it cause I like to check the spots fore I decide to move in It’s feelin pretty cozy testing out the coffins my blood is glowing under stars because it’s moonlit cosmic horrors in the clouds, the screaming only gets more loud you have no sight the darkness shrouds - sacrificed you’re not endowed the bodies underneath the mound, they speak to me they are profound the smell and stench linger around - take their eyes and make a crown the 7th layer of hell is where I reside, burning flesh and death it’s time to realize no matter what you say there is no spare time, I took your life, your soul, and now you’re all mine dreary eerie muthafucka, crawlin out your fuckin covers got the tools to make you suffer, got a lethal weapon like danny glover mobbin Michael Corleone, change my name Tommy Fat Tony should’ve died at patrimony, fuck it here’s my testimony Verse II: Lil Defilement lil defilement will make you dissonant, no escaping this torture imminent, your suffering is infinite making your pain go up in increments, incisions intricate these instruments that hell has bent will make your soul irrelevant adequate suffering, voice is now muttering body is shuddering, slashing and cutting I’m stabbing and puncturing, blood is straight guttering walls were once white but now I am coloring got you all shaken, your wounds that are gaping your guts you are scraping from walls that are fading you know I’m degrading, this pain I’m embracing awaiting the trials of what I’m creating

Verse I: Big Sniffins back in the day used to fill my nose with powdered snow yeah I’m talkin bout that funky medication known as blow buy a bag or two and then I’m on my way movin so slow runnin out, I’m coming down, I gotta scrap up some more dough hittin up the kinfolk, lemme get some cash hand it over quickly, need it real bad promise it’s for something - vehicle needs gas I would never lie to you, you know me like that got my re-up, now I’m headed towards a dream plottin up some ways to get this cocaine from a scheme I’m coming down hard, this anxiety it seethes I would do anything any time all for the cream got me a bag, fish scale, what it do sniffin and shootin all of my problems til it’s through nose so bloody, arms filled with holes too slowly kill myself, I wouldn’t have another way, fool Verse II: Big Sniffins needles in my veins, I’m that ducked off mane swervin down the street, mista grip that grain live for the high, but I’ll die for the pain junkie muthafucka reigns over this plain bitch I’m fucked up, nodding off real quick covered in my puke, but I got me a fix tell you how you be when you off that shit live fast, die young like my name Bill Hicks watchu know bout sharing needles in the cut, boy watchu know bout doing blow in the cut, boy watchu know bout overdosing in the cut, boy watchu know bout dying in the fuckin cut, boy tell me watchu know bout sharing needles in the cut, boy watchu know bout doing blow in the cut, boy tell me watchu know bout overdosing in the cut, boy watchu know bout dying in the fuckin cut, boy

Verse I: Tommy Wit Da Tone rollin down the street, gettin high and duckin police plottin on a fuckin scheme to break the bank with no receipt we gonna break them bitches down - aim the glock, wave it around ain’t no need to shoot them clowns, no murder charge on tommy now we gotta scare all the bank tellers, make em feel under the weather copious amounts of pressure all for monetary pleasure yeah the mask up on my face, they can’t see it there’s no case makin my move and then displace, I'm takin yo money from the bank... but one of them muthafuckas try to test me, concealed carry, so I could not see non combatant from the streets, that bitch boy gonna die protecting money this stupid mans he missed his shot, now this muthafucka gonna feel my glock took a little hit and now he layin there in rot and now I really gotta worry bout them piggies known as cops glock to yo glock to yo glock to yo dome you don’t wanna wanna fuck around with this big chrome pass the fuckin money and I’ll let you go home filllin up the bag now my mouth starts to foam I can hear all the sirens after all the violence just wished for compliance, but they done got silenced running out the bank with a murder robbery you done fucked up, lying dead in the streets lil bitch Verse II: Cadaver Da Mane time to get the fuck outta dodge, police surround like an entourage news camera crews like a fuckin montage, but they don’t know they bout to get barraged pullin out my fuckin AK, hollow tips make a muthafucka lay cuttin em, buckin em, making it spray, all of you bitches gon get it today half of these coppas I’m leavin em dead, feeding my choppa more scripts of that lead shits getting hotter my eyes are so red, no need for a spotter, the needle been thread hoppin in the whip, make that bitch bitch go skrt, swang over bodies, the curb and the dirt hit 75, realize I’m hurt, bitch I look down, got blood on my shirt, uh coppas shot me now I’m dead, satan speaks to me he says “Tommy boy it ain’t your time yet” resurrected from my death see the reaper creepin, shut my eyes and then I seep in what the fuck I just ain’t thinking, this shit real my skin is peeling now the reaper he takes me to Satan, he says I’m complacent adjacent to torture and anguish, more bodies that need be cremated I’m reanimated from death as my fate reinstated come from the grave, Satan sent me today muthafuckas know it’s Cadaver Da Mane

Verse I: Yung Jimmy Hoffa alive or just breathing, I don’t understand the meaning all the people so demeaning so I sit at home while dreaming of a better life, soul like ice, only roam around at night I’m enticed, a dirty vice, to be precise, I need advice it's a cold fuckin world, its some hard times here can’t talk to no one, in and out they ears no one give a fuck, or so it appears boutta make like jimmy hoffa and disappear tryna make my way in world not for me wage is minimum, so I can’t eat maybe go to college, get some debt for a degree more self doubt - hang the mic, ain’t no MC Verse II: Yung Jimmy Hoffa I live to work for dirty corporations I come from homes with beat and broke foundations I feel the pain of all mental stagnation I know there’s only death and more taxation find me in a tree high up above looking around, looking at clouds, look for anyone need some answers from a god, but I don’t get none tell myself “you won’t find nothing here son” maybe go to church, go harder at work maybe get a smirk, maybe find my worth ‘mongst the fuckin turf it’s hard living when you can’t pay your bills nothing to my name, no point in writing a will

Chrous: Tommy Wit Da Tone and J Da Unknwon bitch I’m coming out the flames, bout to change the whole game yeah it’s tommy wit da tone and that unknown mane we ain’t takin no losses, we are own damn bosses Come around here mane you better be cautious Verse I: Tommy Wit Da Tone creeping out the muthafuckin flames on me ridin in the chevy thang, swervin down the street anna on my chest, boutta make a scene when I pull up on the lemon suckaz talkin that shiiet I ain’t fuckin witchu bitches, I ain’t fuckin witchu hoes gotta make my money, I ain’t tryna be broke if you got a problem bitch I want the fuckin smoke Imma take yo ass down and all your kinfolk feelin like my name big L when I got your folk dressed up in black I made the gat go clickity clack and all the thugs went scat scat scat get the fuck up out my way, I ain’t got the time for you today bitch what the fuck did I just say “oh aight then bitch” bang bang bang bang Verse II: Tommy Wit Da Tone if you got a problem bitch you better fuckin jump if you wanna test me boy you pushing all your luck get to sliding through I’m down to fight you know what’s up fuckin up your face with the bottom of my chucks with a little bit of magic I’mma make you dissapear flow is so cold bitch you know that it’s premier crying like a bitch because you whack and shedding tears I’mma have to make some things crystal fucking clear tommy don’t give a fuck, tommy stay gettin buck tommy been fuckin ducked, tommy been off his luck fuck it up, dig it up, pass it back, get it buck tommy caught yo dumbass slippin now you gonna pay it up mugging your ass with the knife, shit felt so right creepin and stalkin at night, look me straight into the eyes I’ll take yo life and it will be so divine muthafucka run yo shit, I need the dividends if you do not give it to me, your life finna end don’t you fuck around playa I’ll put the bullet in show you what the fuck is up with an evil grin boogity boogity bang bang .45 done sang as it put yo brains out in the lane take em to the grave they slain up in vain I make the new wave tommy don’t give a fuck mane