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POST MORTEM
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór POST MORTEM został wydany 26 stycznia 2025 przez 5347618 Records DK jako część albumu AUDIO GORE
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Data wydania26 stycznia 2025
Wytwórnia5347618 Records DK
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM144

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
oxxie
oxxie
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maddox Fitzgerald
Maddox Fitzgerald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BLXXD
BLXXD
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Oxxie, slaughter my guts!
How do you do, ladies and gentlemen?
My name is Alfred Hitchcock, and this is "Music to be Murdered by"
Ayy, barbed wire on my bat, like The Walking Dead
She said I can hit from the back, but I just wanted head
Shotty in the trunk, I cock it back, and watch the bullets spread
You can't move, it's 'cause you're fat? Or is it 'cause you leakin' red?
I'm the mangler you see inside the streets (What?)
Tried to run and now he laying six feet deep (Okay)
Got your body in the morgue, ya mama weep (Huh)
Robbing out your grave, your corpse I'm gonna keep, bitch
Yah, I'll kick yo' motherfucking face in
I don't even know, I'm filled with so much fucking hatred
What? I'll beat your ass if you a racist
Neo-Nazi faggot, no remorse, that shit is blatant
What the fuck you lookin' at? Do you wanna be next?
Shawty looking at me and blushin', I'm 'bouta slice her neck
She thought that she had a chance, but I don't even want no sex
Only thing I'm lusting for is blood, I don't want nothing less
Everybody lookin' at me like I'm fuckin' insane
I ain't even do it yet, you got no proof of anything
Mental health disintegrating, I'm in so much fucking pain
I'ma take the drugs to cure it, I'ma kill my fuckin' brain
Post-mortem, incisions are going down your corpse
Post-mortem, so many bodies, but I want more
Post-mortem, only do it 'cause I'm fucking bored
Post-mortem, only do it 'cause I love the gore
Ayy, barbed wire on my bat, like The Walking Dead
She said I can hit from the back, but I just wanted head
Shotty in the trunk, I cock it back, and watch the bullets spread
You can't move, it's 'cause you're fat? Or is it 'cause you leakin' red?
I'm the mangler you see inside the streets (What?)
Tried to run and now he laying six feet deep (Okay)
Got your body in the morgue, ya mama weep (Huh)
Robbing out your grave, your corpse I'm gonna keep, bitch
Written by: Maddox Fitzgerald
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