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Until Yer Dead
1,685
Hip-Hop/Rap
Until Yer Dead was released on May 22, 2012 by Stealth Bomb Records as a part of the album White Dynamite
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Release DateMay 22, 2012
LabelStealth Bomb Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snak the Ripper
Snak the Ripper
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Fyvie
William Fyvie
Songwriter
Marcus Schuechner
Marcus Schuechner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
N-Jin
N-Jin
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, I'mma be brief, let me tell you how I'm livin'
A thief and a criminal, the life that I was given
Shit ain't easy being poor, just try'na stay driven
The sins I've committed probably never be forgiven
The bills are piling up, you can hear it if you listen
That's the sound of all the opportunities I'm missing
My record label think that I don't need a pot to piss in
Don't be surprised if you hear that Scott got sent to prison
Cause I'm feeling kinda fed up with my current situation
My currency is low, like the level of my patience
Pacing 'round the crib thinking about doing something rash
Like, calling you for drugs and snatching up your fucking stash
Pockets never deep, got me crazy for the cash
Show me a beat and watch it get completely fucking smashed
Tryin'a focus on each obstacle and goal obtain
But, not a grain of motivation left inside my brain
(chorus)
I've lost control and I don't know if I can get it back again
My heart is cold and black and probably be like that until the end
I realise your lies are just disguised to get inside my head
Look in my eyes, I'll be screaming fuck your life until you're dead
(verse)
I'll snap your wrist sockets, for try'na dig into my pockets
The game to the bitch clones and dick jockers
With flip-phones and wrist watches
Fucking around with me will leave you prone to voodoo and witch doctors
We some shit talkers, but you know we walk the walk
Every watch has gotta stop at twenty after four o'clock
If you don't like the way I rap then you can suck my cock
Like a whore who can't afford to score a motherfuckin' rock
This is music for the lowlifes, dirtbags and those types
That understand I'm just tryin'a expand my green like grow lights
Flows that are so tight, they make your head explode like
The tire on an old bike, ridden by a bull dyke
Vocabulary's scarier and hairier than a pitbull terrier
Just tryin'a fuck the game, you go ahead and marry her
Cause' when I'm done, easy, take her out back and bury her
This is the disease, and you are now the carrier
(chorus)
I've lost control and I don't know if I can get it back again
My heart is cold and black and probably be like that until the end
I realise your lies are just disguised to get inside my head
Look in my eyes, I'll be screaming fuck your life until you're dead
Written by: Marcus Schuechner, William Fyvie
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