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R.I.P.
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór R.I.P. został wydany 12 listopada 2021 przez Hustle2Ball Entertainment jako część albumu Hatred
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AlbumHatred
Data wydania12 listopada 2021
WytwórniaHustle2Ball Entertainment
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM80

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The SlimCapone
The SlimCapone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Jenkins
Steven Jenkins
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Yeah
Uh-huh
I make your shirt say RIP, homie, rest in pieces
Eat you wack ass rappers like Reese's Pieces
This beast shit, yes, I'm defecating on ****
My flow cold, freeze mics, go skating on ****
Hate on me, ****, I'ma kill you dead with these bars
'Cause I'm known to go to battle, I could show you my scars
You ready to spar? I could punch lines in my sleep
Call him Rip Van Winkle, I just put him to sleep
Beast, I told you, ****
And if you still got doubts, I can show you, ****
Yeah, you better say goodnight
You wanna trip? I'ma take you on a first-class fight
Got heart, don't think you gon' see it tonight
Watch a **** switch the flow like day and night
Aight, I'm known to go with this shit
So rappers better slow they roll or their shirt'll say RIP
Ayo, I got it on lock, don't know where the key is
****, step to me, you gon' rest in pieces
This beast shit, and I'm in beast mode
Real ****, homie, stick to the G code
Got it on lock and don't know where the key is
****, step to me, you gon' rest in pieces
Yeah, you gon' rest in pieces
Yeah, you gon' rest in pieces
Yeah, I killed it, ****, your limit here
Getting big, I'ma peel it, ****
So feel it, ****, all because I don't feel you
Try to spaz on me, homie, then I'm gonna kill you
So what you rappers wanna do? I'm a pro at this shit
I got my copyrights and publishing, I go at this shit
I'm so with this shit, I even got my trademark, ****
Step to me and I will eat your fucking brave heart, ****
Graveyard **** and go zombie on a rapper
Got that Grim Reaper flow, but I swear I ain't no rapper
Nope, I'm an MC, ****
You claim your bars up to par, then don't tempt me, ****
Yeah, I'm spitting flows, motherfucker
When I rain on you, it pours, motherfucker
Not in stores, motherfucker, but I'm selling on the web
Better armor up for battle 'cause I'm gonna kill you dead
Ayo, I got it on lock, don't know where the key is
Step to me, you gon' rest in pieces
This beast shit, and I'm in beast mode
Real ****, homie, stick to the G code
Got it on lock, don't know where the key is
****, step to me, you gon' rest in pieces
Yeah, you gon' rest in pieces
Yeah, you gon' rest in pieces
Damn, I got my feet in, ****
I'm steady winning in this race and I'm defeating ****
Weed in, ****, carrying my team on my back
I hit the pavement selling records 'til my feet start to crack
Back on my shit, don't flush me
My catalog is proof that these rappers can't touch me
My flow ugly like your bitch, ****
No time to be wasted on a bitch, ****
My goal is rich, ****, and you ain't got none
I left a trail of dead rappers, I am not done
And you are not one, no equal
I'ma kill you so there won't be no sequel
No evil, that's me, ****
Eating rappers make me happy, ****
Written by: Steven Jenkins
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