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Post Mortem
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Post Mortem został wydany 13 września 2023 przez Lyrikal Snuff Productionz jako część albumu Post Mortem
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Data wydania13 września 2023
WytwórniaLyrikal Snuff Productionz
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM80

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hex Rated
Hex Rated
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Dean
Brad Dean
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sick Mortem
Sick Mortem
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Ahh! Let me check this shit out real quick. Let's see what this new fuckin' Hex Rated tape is about. Snuff shit over here. Alright. What the fuck?
Nosirp ym ot-ot democlew teg uoy sa wols eid
Mitciv eht yalp-yalp uoy sa smaerd nekorb dna smaerd derettahs
Stneve eseht etarapes won ylwols eid
Nerdlihc ym tnaw t'now uoy wonk no m'I taht gnir yreve
I've been left rotten, rigor mortis decomposing (Help me!)
Ten years of death that's distorted over bloody tears
Now I'm post mortem, go ahead and cut me open
Find nothing but some old acid tabs and Robitussin (Haha)
I'm unstoppable even if the opps got me
Drop my body in a casket at the next show I'm rockin'
Triple six get fucked by a crucifix
Snuff gang shit, give a fuck what you claimin' bitch
I'm not an atheist, I rock with the devil
Hell is a place and my rhymes are the shovel
Dig deeper, motherfucker, it's level after level
'Til I'm burning in the flames, sway hypnotic with the metal
I'm a rebel left with no cause, I'm my own god
When I die I'ma haunt the studio walls
Left-handed path, navigation broken, mind gone
So far lost in my head with a chainsaw
Fuck 'em all, I evolved, devil got involved
Triple six, crucifix inverted on the wall
Post mortem, cut me open, rip me all apart
You could kill me bitch but you could never stop my heart
Fuck 'em all, I evolved, devil got involved
Triple six, crucifix inverted on the wall
Post mortem, cut me open, rip me all apart
You could kill me bitch but you could never stop my heart
I've been in the mix, killing with an emphasis
Focus on death, no telling where the bodies is
It's not a hobby, bitch, the god of the oddly spit
Bars, this is art for psych wards and gothic chicks
Take my body, cut it apart into even sixths
Bury each part in the yard where my victims live
On the third day I'll resurrect into a Nephilim
Kill the whole scene, take the rappers, then I mangle them
Been in the mix, post mortem in the crypt
Spitting verses backwards from an unknown and ancient script
Been takin' limbs to the crypt, stockpile them
Sitting on a throne 'til I'm gone, then they idol him
Build a megalith and burn at the altar bitch
Sacrifice life for my might, you will suffer it
I black out the sun with the blood of the innocent
Then feast on your lungs, empty spots where your organs sit
Fuck 'em all, I evolved, devil got involved
Triple six, crucifix inverted on the wall
Post mortem, cut me open, rip me all apart
You could kill me bitch but you could never stop my heart
Fuck 'em all, I evolved, devil got involved
Triple six, crucifix inverted on the wall
Post mortem, cut me open, rip me all apart
You could kill me bitch but you could never stop my heart
Written by: Brad Dean
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