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BEHEMOTH
Punk
BEHEMOTH è stato pubblicato il 12 dicembre 2025 da mipltd come parte dell'album I Thought You Were Certain (Like You Were Before) EP - EP
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Data di uscita12 dicembre 2025
Etichettamipltd
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ølund
ølund
Tuba
Teeps
Teeps
Rap
Max Dutoy
Max Dutoy
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Taylor
Alex Taylor
Songwriter
Jack Emil Ølund
Jack Emil Ølund
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ølund
ølund
Producer
Neil Perry
Neil Perry
Mastering Engineer

Testi

What type of evilness is this? What type of genius is this?
I was bleeding from the wrist, and I needed an assistant
Now the creature that I kissed is a behemoth in the mist
It's a myth, the sweetness wasn't easy to resist
And now my feet have got the blisters and my heels got this cyst
I put my feelers on my mistress, put my feet up on your bitch
You'll never see another Christmas if you keep me from my gifts
It's the season of the sickness, I'll be sneezing on your lips
And I'll be eating all your biscuits, I'll be stealing all your crisps
Yo, doggie style when I suck it to a soccer mom
I got her seeing rocket ships and oscillating polygons
From Beaumont Leys to Oregon, I'm probably the hottest one
To hop along with bobs, you wouldn't wanna spill your coffee on you
Novice dons are nothing like the prophet I assume the role of
You wouldn't want it if the vibe is what I lose control of
I'm not the guy for you to two's your role up
I'm more the type to make your people swole up
Hold up, who the fuck undid my shoelaces
That's pretty ruthless, I just wonder where my toothpaste is
I could never find the pattern in the Rubik's's
And that's probably why my Saturday is Tuesday-ish
And it's probably why my June is like a winter month
But at least I'm not a moody little wingy cunt
And at least I'm not a bone legged piggy fuck
I'm pretty sure I won't ever give a fuck
I was bleeding from the wrist, and I needed an assistant
Now the creature that I kissed is a behemoth in the mist
It's a myth, the sweetness wasn't easy to resist
And now my feet have got the blisters and my heels got this cyst
I put my feelers on my mistress, put my feet up on your bitch
You'll never see another Christmas if you keep me from my gifts
It's the season of the sickness, I'll be sneezing on your lips
And I'll be eating all your biscuits, I'll be stealing all your crisps
Look, I am gonna fly and don't be trying to prevent me
Time is ticking by but I'm just lying on my belly
The type of sexy that would make your wifey wanna peg me
Politely I decline because her vibe is looking empty
Uh!
If I die just resurrect me
And if you're gonna lie to me just try and do it gently
I don't give a fuck if you got diamonds or you're wealthy
And I don't give a monkeys if you drive a bloody Bentley
Don't try and tell me shit about truth, I didn't ask
And I don't give a shit about views, your shit is whack
You're riding around with shit on your shoes, you're stinking bad
You're smiling cause you think that you're cute, I think you're mad
I was bleeding from the wrist, and I needed an assistant
Now the creature that I kissed is a behemoth in the mist
It's a myth, the sweetness wasn't easy to resist
And now my feet have got the blisters and my heels got this cyst
I put my feelers on my mistress, put my feet up on your bitch
You'll never see another Christmas if you keep me from my gifts
It's the season of the sickness, I'll be sneezing on your lips
And I'll be eating all your biscuits, I'll be stealing all your crisps
I was bleeding from the wrist
And I needed an assistant
I was bleeding from the wrist
I was bleeding from the wrist
Madness ensues..
Written by: Alex Taylor, Jack Emil Ølund
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