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Winter King
Alternative Rap
Winter King was released on February 17, 2023 by Paper Covers Rock as a part of the album Layers - EP
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Release DateFebruary 17, 2023
LabelPaper Covers Rock
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bones McQueen
Bones McQueen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Lee
Dave Lee
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caustic Yoda
Caustic Yoda
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Omar Azad Khan
Omar Azad Khan
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Why is it so hard to remember my own fucking lyrics, man?
Let’s take ‘em down to pubic town
Yeah, check
I’m the Winter King sitting on an ice throne
I could hit five homers in a row I’m a maestro
Poised like a cat in its swipe zone
Claws drawn to terrorize, guillotines looming over the mice hole
Rifled through the rhyme stock, had to shoot my shot
Proved to be raw product, an ensemble of moving parts
Melodic troubadour, lucid musings, I let loose remarks
Puking up ruminated thought, sewage fertilize the plot
How astute the bars
Currently I’m a Pupitar
Soon I’m gonna burn into a superstar
Acrid curses hurled from very far
Damaged persons lost and further from it all
We gathered up the nerve to trust the fall
How astute the bars
Currently I’m a Pupitar
Soon I’m gonna burn into a superstar
Acrid curses hurled from very far
Damaged persons lost and further from it all
We gathered up the nerve to trust the fall
Suited up, booted up, ripping pretty tulips up
Took some MDMA and sprinkled some in a noodle cup
Born to always remain on the smarter side with stupid luck
Light on my toes like an apologetic poodle pup
Look, motherfucker, get into drunken tussles
If I feel an urge to pump some muscle
Where the anger’s coming from?
Well, when I was younger my father would punch my mother
That’s why I munch mushrooms while listening to Duncan Trussell
You can save your muzzle for your own submission
Bones be getting comfy in his zone, come get it
Spit tongue splitting snuff spun with undead fiction
Uplifting if you’re six under, cold and rigid
Smoke spliffs to get stoned and winged like a Tengu
Covered in red pen goo, eating French food
Get my money up then I spend it all when the rent’s due
Life’s a blessing, got my armor on and it’s hex-proof
Recording room’s a womb, wrap the mic cord umbilical
Spitting what I live or my story becomes derivative
Splitting all these frequencies like hairs, sick of sibilance
Sticking simpletons that wish that they could slip on different skin
Packed away in secret labs, hidden in the deepest caves
Worked for two straight weeks, even forgot to see the day
My pubic lawn is overwrought with weeds it means I need a raze
You make the cheese, you’ll find a whey
Better keep it safe else it’s a waste
Written by: Dave Lee
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