"Pennyvision (ft. Act10n Tyc00n)" (Volly Volatile) They say. They say she’s unhealthy. Cause she believes. That one-day is worth. All the days that she’s without. Muthafucka. The waning crescent lack divinity. It give me dreams of battles. Souls of shirtless women scream. Try to shine again for me. Loving kettles crackles lies. Who I hate is we demise. And for some, work is play. And for some, they get laid. Telly for your thoughts. Rocking 3D glasses shades. As my pennyvision sucks. Stick a queen of spade got laid. He’s cold, hard, refreshing. Like sipping on that bottle. To depression. Whaa? Hospeee-tall. Love to brawl. Teach me a lesson or lie. Lost my cape. Ape Escape. I feel so sad deep inside. Take a pill for the thrill. I love to feel so alive. Mom and Dad I’m so sorry. To kick a cat in overdrive. There’s a cure for every ailment. Not a blanket just a statement. Rugged land inside your pocket. There’s a locket Not a shiny object. Reppin founding fathers. Future seed. Satan’s Creed. Mother’s also love me. And we all bleed. I was searching for a way out. No where to go but down. Jagged lines to theyselves. I say your bitch look swell. I transformed! Into shiny teeth. Bitches they bark at me. Hipsta sick, not $C3N3! Hipsta bitch, I clean! Kitty cat tornado. Spread out liquid fire. Body gets worse and worse. Mind tryna get higher. Before this guy woke up. I’m stranger too tired. Possible to be old on crank. More likely to expire. (Act10n Tyc00n) My love, you're gone, above My love, you're gone, above My love, you're gone, above My love, you're gone, above Ohh Castles will crumble on grim death's day And you'll stay there forever 'til I do the same

"I’m Your Real Momma (ft. Hannah Hatred)" (Hannah Hatred) I died. (Volly Volatile) Bitch. She do that sidewalk strut. Yo workout Barbie slut. Mamas be rapping. Cause that shit be slapping breh. Wadada working on a slave train. Still asking for loose change. Hating on my game. And I’m like fuck you. Try for once. Never walking again. Bitch you slut. Down to fucking my man. Tell you what. Try to understand. Take one look and ill cut your throat. Damn. (Hannah Hatred) Ah! Aha! I love they energy. Reppin the enemy. Bitches and hoes I see. I want some jay jay be. Muthafucka I hate that shit. They make me wanna quit. Making my brain so sick. I think they wanna lick. Shit. Kill you. So many ways just to say it. So many ways just to say that I will kill you. (Hannah Hatred) I died. Aw, aww

"R. L. Stine (ft. Act10n Tycoon)" (Volly Volatile) (hook) Oh R. L. Stine. You make me rhyme. I always want you. One day. I like nerds. R.L. Stine I’m down. He’s smart like holy cows. Feeling good. Feel his long. Its surprising wow! Here we go again. With the stamp says tramp. That’s on my forehead. Muthafucka. Please judge me or you’re dead. Weeee! Ill cut down your knees! Homicidal. I’m a cute girl. I’m begging you please. Give me that D. Walk 3 ft down. Nightmare St. I see goop green. Creeping free. Ghostly ghouls. They eyes bleed. I love them vamps. With they sweet tooth fetish. Hot bodies to they credit. Glasses 3D. Stay out late. Coffeeee. My coffins deep. (Act10n Tyc00n) Ziggy-wiggy watch me burn as I hit the sun light I’m a suicidal vampire, getting famous online I’m on youtube but your tubes are tied Lo-Loc. Locon-de-deres LOCONDERES I’ll loconderes five-ever Blow your mind all over town and lick up the remains Cause you never thought fame was a vampire

"Horror House (ft. Act10n Tyc00n)" Block my ass on facebook. Making the right treatment choices. For your face when I took. That shit stomped it in the pavement. Call me fat again hoe. Making the natives all restless. Talk again and I’m a shoot. Pew pew pew. (Act10n Tyc00n) (hook) And I’m going to the horror house I’m going to the horror house I feel a little homicidal smoking outside (Volly Volatile) Dancers, athletes, hoes. They be sucking on that bo. Singing working 9 to 5. Taco bell to stay alive. Ey muthafucka. Working 9-5. Cause baby bride. Need that gas to drive. Yo momma love to stop by. BYE. Reach out. Toppsie turbie burbie. City living life. Talking bout the plagues. And all the struggles in our minds. Sadly, I’m a real bitch. Never play, never say. Nothing but real shit. Kindly I will say this. If you never ever fight. For your right to be. Then you will never ever be. So be, toxic waste inside. The masses open minds. Soaks into they brains and. Push repeat a thousand times.

"Suicide Pop (ft. Hannah Hatred & Act10n Tyc00n)" (Hannah Hatred) (hook) Fluffy like suicide pop. The party in my mind wont stop. Lick the strip and pop the rock. I’m not home. (Volly Volatile) Pray for sanity I swear it. And I remember nights like this. Looking back glazed days of old. It’s heartless to bear it, To bear it. (Act10n Tyc00n) Pray for sanity I swear it. And I remember nights like this. Looking back glazed days of older It’s heartless to bear it, To bear it. (Volly Volatile) Stationed on a staircase. I got a lens up to my socket. Inspecting the people prowl. (Hannah Hatred) All these depressing kids. I see those make-out sessions. No, I would not like an appointment. This wooden staircase... You’re making everything seem cute. Still oh a damn thing. Love is a damn thing. You’re passing on a cigarette dream. The concept of cars to regulate thinking. I’m Home? I’m not home.

"Seagrama Lime Twisted Grin (ft. Act10n Tyc00n)" (Act10n Tyc00n) So many a secondhand I did not want to take it But I did Fuck You, I win Fuck You, I win Fuck You, I win (Volly Volatile) All that she has to give. Is the will and the power. To live. And there’s no stopping it. And there’s no stopping it. Cause she loves it. Cause she loves. I look for jack only see four loko. I look friends only see fake ass hoes. They look so happy. Laughing side by side. Belly’s full of quicker liquor. Mind’s full of pride.

"Game Boy Toy (50 Years)" Lemme at em. Dirt and grime on my sleeve. Left over youngling dreams. Fallen computer keys. I miss my high school jeans. Back to future trade. Some things stay the same. Lost my video game. Jump on that. Slap that. Train train train. Better then 50 years. Better then 50 people I think should go away. Yeahhh. Bitchh. Put some hair on your chest. Choco covered bean. Like my snow white kiss. Love to tame a king. Thuggy-Thuggy-Thug. Sty-Sty-Stylin. Hidey-hidey-hoe. High flydion. On a fall I lean. On a fall I lean. But the world on the street. They say that your unbelievable clean. Non-Toxic! Spray-paint all day cause I’m high. Warning! Lactose men from outer skies. Melodic! Beats to play an eye or spy. Personal! Only not me cause I’m live.

"Wheat Muffin (ft. Act10n Tyc00n)" (Act10n Tyc00n) Yeahh If I'm fat I might as well be dead There be no liquids in the trailer Chase the shot with a wheat muffin My lion's rough with a tough case of turkey stuffing My body rocks Watch the cock-fight and gamble money The fatty-fat lady sings a sweet song but she's nothing (Volly Volatile) No computer for a bitch. Who touch it. Who punch it. I am why, who do I. Take for gravity. Under spinned. So damn gone, So damn gone. Love this song, Love this song. Cause I’m lamer Than all my friends. And all your dicks are gone. (Act10n Tyc00n) Loose a stool of purple goose It's purple geese The plural is two Rappy dappy dap dap Your father's a rapist I'm jutty just kiddin We'll listen to The New Testament after this It's apparent we don't give a fuck Mike has injured his wrist (Volly Volatile) So so good. On the real. I’m so real. I think they all Always on. Cause I feel it In this song. Taste a rift Oh so so sick. Yeah they just so honey. My kids are all up on my money. Wish my husband had some money. Cause I wish I had some honey.

"Crisp (ft. Act10n Tyc00n)" (Volly Volatile) Take your tooth. And stick it in a belly. Sad to be a Barbie. Least I’m not a Kelly. Racking up the times. People love my rhymes. HAHAHA I’m me. And I ain’t easy beezy. (Act10n Tyc00n) (hook) Cause this is everything to me. (Volly Volatile) Sweet syrup down my spine. Took the breath of life. Now god made me fine. See if you believe the word is mine. Insert I’m a king. Replaced by femity. Conquered for extremity. Lacking the band called Sting. This is me. This is to be, Bitch. I’m pretty down to sell out. Rhyme for money. Work for bread. Stay all day till I’m dead. Take two shots. And I’m like hey bitch. I said. Fuck yo mom and yo dad. Taught you how to be fucked up. Wish that I could just stop wishing. So I could be the one. (Act10n Tyc00n) I murdered all across the globe, in my mind From the clock tower for all time I step out, trench coat, grab a bite of smoke It’s just a cd. A free cd! Take the whole damn thing! It’s only my whole life. It’s only all I think in a crisp disc, cleaned, Bulkly spray painted, stored with all my dreams written upon it. Band tees… Cause this is everything to me.