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SPLIT YOUR HEAD
Hip-Hop/Rap
SPLIT YOUR HEAD dirilis pada 19 Juni 2026 oleh NECROHILL RECORDS sebagai bagian dari album SPLIT YOUR HEAD - Single
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Tanggal Rilis19 Juni 2026
LabelNECROHILL RECORDS
BahasaEnglish
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM80

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
INFERNALMANE
INFERNALMANE
Rap
EVIL TENSHI
EVIL TENSHI
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
INFERNALMANE
INFERNALMANE
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
INFERNALMANE
INFERNALMANE
Producer

Lirik

Part (INFERNALMANE):
Step inside the fire, hear the sinners howl and weep
Black robe drag the concrete, yeah my blade is getting deep
Took my kindness for a weakness, now you six feet in the pitch
Pull the lever, hear the trapdoor, feel the rope around your neck
I'm the judge inside the furnace, no forgiveness, no regret
Every lie you told behind me, now I turn it to a debt
Soul collector, neck injector, hear the reaper's drumroll bet
You abused my open spirit, now you burn for what you did
Sulfur rain and iron chains, I drag you through the crimson pit
No more mercy in my hollow chest, the kindness left me split
Hell is full of empty thrones, and I just came to claim my sit
Stomp the ash, break the bone - this executioner's a hit
Part (EVIL TENSHI):
Black coat
Black bitch
Black scert
Bitches are the motherfuckin,evil heal that fuckin pearl
When i die this renegade and crucifixes
I just is mixes
Treat the bitches business
Bless the masterpiece
This fuckin mista bitch and misery im from fuckin bullet mist
Ima on the broken time
Son of a bitch is wanna creep my time
When i die when i die
Homicide is fuckin time
When i die when i die
Crucifix open my crown
Part (INFERNALMANE):
Iron mask upon my face now, no more eyes to cry you please
You can scream into the void, but my heart is made of freeze
Used my love like fucking shovel, dug a grave right through my chest
Now I'm back with double barrels, aim at everyone who left
First degree you burn in torment, second degree makes you melt
Third degree, I carve your story on the walls of those I’ve dealt
I was good, I gave you shelter, you replied by spitting hate
Now the shelter's made of spikes and every wall is a metal grate
Hear the tick of 160, hear my footsteps, hear your fate
Pulling ribs out one by one, I make a flute out of your plate
This is hell’s official verdict: no more sunrise, only late
INFERNALMANE flow, dark and low - I close the gate, I seal the hate
Written by: INFERNALMANE
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