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Rigor Erectus
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rigor Erectus was released on October 16, 2020 by Majik Ninja Entertainment as a part of the album Mauxuleum
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Release DateOctober 16, 2020
LabelMajik Ninja Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alla Xul Elu
Alla Xul Elu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Earl Cox
William Earl Cox
Songwriter
Joseph P. Bailey
Joseph P. Bailey
Songwriter
Jarrod Lee Johnson
Jarrod Lee Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slasher Dave
Slasher Dave
Producer
Fritz "The Cat" Van Kosky
Fritz "The Cat" Van Kosky
Mastering Engineer
James Garcia
James Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I\'m at Greenlawn with no intent to do harm
I brought 2 bottles of Boones Farm
And that\'s 2 for you and none for me
I dug all night just to keep you company (right)
I know it\'s gotta be lonely underneath there
What\'s that?
Oh you\'re in love with me? (swear)
Well girl, just know that feeling is mutual
I been making plans for us since your funeral
I can already hear you moaning out loud
There\'s just something bout the way that they lowered you down
That made me crazy I wanna hit that
Went to give her a hug but her ribs cracked
Still I put my finger in her dry pussy and to be honest
I never thought of stoppin\' I just kept spittin on it
I got liquor I got love and I got bud
So lets talk about the first thing that pops up
I used to dig you that\'s why I dug you up
I wanna kiss you but you aint got no tongue
it\'s just me and you and a bottle of booze (lets get drunk)
at the bottom of a six foot grave
and that might be the perfect place
to show you
my rigor erectus
I know you a corpse I aint tryna be sexist
a love like this is so infectious
dead bitch get this
rigor erectus
I remember you were so pretty hoe
But that fact that you met your demise is pretty shitty
If a love like this is a crime better commit me so
dig up my honey film an unboxing video
Here I am
it’s 11 at night
Slip the groundskeeper Clyde a 5 to get inside
Don’t worry homie
I’m just ghost hunting
I got a shovel and a duffle
And there might be some corpse fucking
KY, astroglyde, wet wipes, Lysol
a single red rose, 12 pack of white claw
Fuck social distance
She only 6 feet deep
beneath a headstone made of concrete
Under the stars our love is maintained
and I can’t wait to sex up your skeletal frame
I really can’t wait to make your casket rock
What the fuck Joe?!
(You got the wrong damn grave plot)
I used to dig you that\'s why I dug you up
I wanna kiss you but you aint got no tongue
it\'s just me and you and a bottle of booze (lets get drunk)
at the bottom of a six foot grave
and that might be the perfect place
to show you
my rigor erectus
I know you a corpse I aint tryna be sexist
a love like this is so infectious
dead bitch get this
rigor erectus
In the cemetary cause I lost all hope
Got no friends I\'m a joke
got no bitch cause I\'m broke
I was being swallowed by my hopeless existence
until I noticed something glowing in the distance
thought it was cops and maybe lightning bugs
I made my way to the spot- no it\'s drugs
when your broke as I am that\'s like winning the lotto
only words on the back was eat the whole bottle
so I did don\'t wanna fuck up fate
then I woke up naked in a dug up grave
the crickets are laughing and calling me stupid
crickets are laughing and callen me stupid
lid was stuck on her casket I chewed through it
The rest is too gross so I don\'t tell it often
Just assume I hammered my nail in her coffin
No side effects though I dont feel sick
but I awoke with a six inch maggot for a dick
I used to dig you that\'s why I dug you up
I wanna kiss you but you aint got no tongue
it\'s just me and you and a bottle of booze (lets get drunk)
at the bottom of a six foot grave
and that might be the perfect place
to show you
my rigor erectus
I know you a corpse I aint tryna be sexist
a love like this is so infectious
dead bitch get this
rigor erectus
I used to dig you that\'s why I dug you up
I wanna kiss you but you aint got no tongue
it\'s just me and you and a bottle of booze (lets get drunk)
at the bottom of a six foot grave
and that might be the perfect place
to show you
my rigor erectus
I know you a corpse I aint tryna be sexist
a love like this is so infectious
dead bitch get this
rigor erectus
Written by: Jarrod Lee Johnson, Joseph P. Bailey, William Earl Cox
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