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Ded Battery
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ded Battery was released on December 9, 2022 by DAMAGED MUSIC as a part of the album Ded Battery - Single
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Release DateDecember 9, 2022
LabelDAMAGED MUSIC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM150

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Richard McCabe
Anthony Richard McCabe
Songwriter
Gary Glenn Lucero
Gary Glenn Lucero
Songwriter
Ray Andrew Andrade
Ray Andrew Andrade
Songwriter

Lyrics

Take a breath
Hold it til i fade to black
I'm taking back a step
I lack the will to not attack
Another word and you get smacked
Restraining my distain
I'm draining fast
No gain in fact
Complaints will end in pain
I end the game if i react
Just another day disaster got me dastardly
Fuck all the rest cause it don't really matter see
Coming from the depths i say fuck all your flattery
You don't want to fuck with me when i got a dead battery
Now i've lost it
Been accosted
Flipping upside down all the crosses
Feeling toxic
What's the cause
This shit has got me feeling really nauseous
So obnoxious
Block me block me
Try to stop me
Need that potion
Full to the top please
All these carbon copies
Try to top me.
Fuck with me
I will pop thee
You don't wanna boss me
Around and around we go again
Gas up
Burn quick
Till i'm dead in the end
Make it through the day
Oh i can't comprehend
No more energy left in my veins i can spend
Hell bound
Hell bound
Had enough
Tried my best but had no luck
No gusto
Left on the cusp
My body gives up
As i hit the ground
Now i bite the dust
Ima stay mad if I'm down bad
Had to get the gat with a low bat
Would ya wanna fuck with a man
His limits been met
Time ticks the time is spent
Now Ima vent
Load the mag its double stack
Seventeen shots don't wanna turn ya back
One pop here's ya toe tag
Sleeping bag for the dead
Only aim for heads and I won't miss
Always on the verge of losing mind
I don't want none
When my life get'n outta hand
I'm a bad man
It's not like I asked for this mess
Mental case the cards dealt have us all stressed
See these bags under my eyes
They will tell you otherwise
Ok round two with the second wind
Heavy in my head
The grind
It never end
Working til the bone can no longer stand
Even my lady
Seven days to meet hades
Won't stop til we on top
No shot
Fuck it
Til we rot
Three crows in a graveyard
No the massacre is never hard
Tick tock psychotic from the clock
Tick tock psychotic from the clock
Writers block
Nah
Brick wall hit it on the spot
Seventeen shots aim through the red dot
Let me ashen out this blunt
The devil playin me some phonk
In a filthy blacked out whip
Drained of all the energy I want
Feeling useless is a front
I care too much about they want
I can't relate no more
I'll kill myself tomorrow
But tonight I'm on a
Trip to the end of the earth
Whatever I'm worth I'll reduce to the ash
I got too many marks on my back
From self inflicted slashes
Put the evil back to sleep is all I really need
Psychopathic lunatic is just my living dying creed
Pop a chump
There is no more I said I'm fuckin' done
Light a fire just to burn all of this shit under the sun
All thats well that burns well
Represent the devils son
Triple the six the witch she hangs out with a noose that's branded fun
I got no remorse I tort
I got enemies that snort
Wish em well then light the match and watch em melt
Life is just too short
We are the new enemies
The Three that risen from the flames
Written by: Anthony Richard McCabe, Gary Glenn Lucero, Ray Andrew Andrade
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