Tarantula - Inpatient, Ren & Chris Webby: letras de canciones, vídeos musicales y conciertos

Inpatient, Ren & Chris Webby

Tarantula

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Tarantula fue publicado el 22 de julio de 2026 por Sick Boi / EightyHD como parte del álbum Asylum

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RESUMEN

LETRAS

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Inpatient

Performer

Chris Webby

Vocals

Ren Eryn Gill

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chris Webby

Songwriter

Jake Anthony Procanik

Jake Anthony Procanik

Songwriter

Ren Eryn Gill

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ren Eryn Gill

Producer

JP on Da Track

Producer

Letras

[Verse 1]

Tarantula, gang-gang, right from the stereo

Gargantuan, goddamn, fit for a burial

A cannula from my wrist, sick material

A chronically ill sound for your aerial

I just let go, there's a crack in our design

Like an echo, these thoughts replay in my mind

There's no safety, there's no rest, there's no sleep for the dead

And I hate these side effects that get left by the meds

[Chorus]

I got the devil on my shoulder

And the weight might break my back

I'm losing my composure and I might crack (Yeah-eah-eah)

And so they say that my persona (Has a tendency to)

Come so undone then (And my identity is)

Stuck inside this white room I painted black (Brrt)

[Verse 2]

Tarantula, bang-bang, contract the muscular

I'm venomous, sprang fangs right to your jugular

Cutting your brains on the rug and your blood on the comforter

Part of me's Peter Parker, but bust my guns like The Punisher

I'm a rabid arachnid, I'm trapping 'em in the web

Then I wrap 'em up like a package for afterwards in the shed

I'm carnivorous and the blood of these rappers is how I'm fed

Deliver death like Dexter, dark as the passenger in my head

And they know

I'm a killer on the low, patient 00

Fuck a cheat code

My ammo's unlimited, I only stop when I gotta reload

I'm twenty below and the blood in me frozen

I painted this room only color I know

Yeah, I painted it black, it was dark as my soul

So fuck it, let's go

[Chorus]

I got the devil on my shoulder

And the weight might break my back

I'm losing my composure and I might crack (Yeah-eah-eah)

And so they say that my persona (Has a tendency to)

Come so undone then (And my identity is)

Stuck inside this white room I painted black (Brrt)

[Instrumental]

Woah, back to back, you can't catch that flow

Counteract upon tracks that blow

Chiropractic, back snapping fat bass gymnastics

Mash it up massive, bro

Casual, this shit easy, G

Ride the beat, come on, you know me

Designed to be the best, need the rest to test me, watch me rise up victoriously

[Verse 3]

Yeah, we back on that loose again

Representing that loony bin

Give a fuck if I lose or win when that spider bite go right through the skin

Venom hit when I strike a vein

Got a monster locked up inside of my brain

And to wrestle with him's like fighting Bane

But I know that part of me likes the pain

[Verse 4]

Like a masochist spider, biting antagonists

Biting, inciting paralysis, vital signs of a pathogen

Striking deep in the artery

Peter Parker, but dark as the

Black and bruise on the mark I leave

Ren and Webb is the thread you see

[Verse 5]

We got time to kill

Murder on my mind, I'll give your spine a chill

Show up in Silent Hill

Bumping Twisted Metal, behind the wheel

We pose a threat

Pulling you under, hope you can hold your breath

And kill 'em all until there's no one left

Tarantula

Written by: Chris Webby, Jake Anthony Procanik, Ren Eryn Gill

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