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Blood Pudding
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blood Pudding was released on June 13, 2024 by Curdles as a part of the album Oi! You got a loicense for that?
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Release DateJune 13, 2024
LabelCurdles
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kurt Holes
Kurt Holes
Songwriter

Lyrics

Pip-pip, kettle on, blood pudding in the prank,
From the cobblestone porch, slang sharper than a shank.
Winston Churchill with the wordplay, never drawin' blank,
Driftin' through these London streets, sunk a titanic tank.
Cogs wheelin', Big Ben ringin', shadow in the fog,
Crispy like a fish dish, fool's sloggin' through the bog.
Cheshire Cat grin, flip the crown, I'm the dog,
Sippin' on Earl Grey, spittin' rhymes in the smog.
Cogs wheelin', Big Ben ringin', shadow in the fog,
Crispy like a fish dish, fool's sloggin' through the bog.
Cheshire Cat grin, flip the crown, I'm the dog,
Sippin' on Earl Grey, spittin' rhymes in the smog.
Blood pudding on my plate, where the flavor congregates,
In the grime of city gates, serve my lyrics straight, no waits.
Skippy with the flow, reppin' streets where history's a weight,
Blood pudding in my tape, these verses resonate.
Knightin' like a King Arthur, quill got that might,
Insomniac in Soho, me and the mic fight.
Postcards from these alleys, ink in the moonlight,
Pages drenched in foggy thoughts, shuffle, spotlight.
Lorries rollin', streetlights glowin', London in a trance,
Tap shoes on the cobblestones, chimmney sweep chance.
Mind like Sherlock, every bar advance,
Blood pudding in my veins, forever in a twirl and dance.
Tea sippin', sly grinnin', Oracle foretold,
Parliament of raps, my sentences unfold.
Peaky Blinders essence, hat's brimless, tales bold,
Spit fire on this London beat, rhythms pure gold.
Blood dope
Blood pudding on my plate, where the flavor congregates,
In the grime of city gates, serve my lyrics straight, no waits.
Skippy with the flow, reppin' streets where history's a weight,
Blood pudding in my tape, these verses resonate.
Knightin' like a King Arthur, quill got that might,
Insomniac in Soho, me and the mic fight.
Postcards from these alleys, ink in the moonlight,
Pages drenched in foggy thoughts, shuffle, spotlight.
Lorries rollin', streetlights glowin', London in a trance,
Tap shoes on the cobblestones, chimmney sweep chance.
Mind like Sherlock, every bar advance,
Blood pudding in my veins, forever in a twirl and dance.
Tea sippin', sly grinnin', Oracle foretold,
Parliament of raps, my sentences unfold.
Peaky Blinders essence, hat's brimless, tales bold,
Spit fire on this London beat, rhythms pure gold.
Blood dope
Written by: Kurt Holes
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