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Death Song
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Death Song was released on June 5, 2018 by Majik Ninja Entertainment as a part of the album Muerte
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AlbumMuerte
Release DateJune 5, 2018
LabelMajik Ninja Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Axe Murder Boyz
Axe Murder Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Garcia
Michael Garcia
Composer
James Garcia
James Garcia
Composer

Lyrics

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
You know I'm looking around to find another gun to bring me back (They're gonna bring me back, back)
Steady tripping 'cause I wasn't ready, never wanna die in fact (Never wanna die in fact)
And they don't even check, come up in my house, I come right for your neck
Show you the light so you show me respect, don't bring no fucking thing that I can block what I said
It's the motherfucking B-O-N-E-Z, what's gonna happen when you try to fuck with me and my crew
We gonna murder motherfuckers, leave 'em sleeping in the dirt, because I put a couple of bullets in your bitchass too
You ended your life in the dark and I don't know how the fuck I'm helping you out
You out your motherfucking mind, if you thinking that you living after running your mouth
Know what I'm talking about (Talking about)
I been feeling so deceased (Ay), living like I'm dead, visions in my head
Life'll kick you in the teeth (Ay), if you fucking let it, living don't regret it
Walking with a semi-automatic
Detonate a bomb and then I read another passage, bringing La Muerte to the masses
I'ma kill 'em all, never gonna change my attitude, gimme the rope
Go for the throat, wrap it around him and choke, keep him and croak
And now that he dead he won't be talking no mo'
I severed his dome, I'm sending it home, giving it over to Bonez
He gonna make, all of the spirits awake
Nobody had anything to say
I roll with the nobodies, my tracks slap the motherfucking soul out him
I'm just standing back like what you motherfuckers know about him
You can live or die, guess it's all in how you go about it
Walking with the dead
Oh my God, the grim reapers in our studio
Oh my God, the grim reaper means death
Walking with the dead
It's a cold world, let 'em just leave me alone
I'm living with the dead, put the lid on the coffin, the wicked shit still in my do'
Death, death, death, let 'em just leave me alone
I'm living with the dead, put the lid on the coffin, the wicked shit still in my do'
Death
Baby I just want to see you die (Just wanna see you die)
I'm like a magic eye, I seen the angel fly and demons in the sky
Smoking the good so I know about me when you step into a killer, better get the fuck up out my face
Because I'm finna cut you motherfuckers up, you kinda just ran out of luck, I think these little bitches just a bunch of fakes
No waste, no brakes, never gon' stop it, low hood I drop it, so nobody safe
@the care to unlock it is having some motherfucking faith
What I say? What I say?
Yeah, I'm walking with the dead
And I ain't never gonna quit this shit
Find out with the quickness that I'm 'bout to spit that
Motherfucking act right, quick so sick like that like
The reapers gripping on a Glock (Ay), death has many faces, every day it changes
People dying on the spot (Ay), every day is dangerous, can't nobody save us
I just wanna smoke a blow with my brethren
All I want is money, pussy, and dead shit
Wake up and I roll another fat one
Everything around me bitch black I'm gone
Gimme the gat, fuck all of that, he never gonna be back
Give him a casket, put him inside, bury him deep in the grass
Everything dark, even my heart, evil'll rip it apart
In my mind, everyone dies, you can just look at my heart
To see 'em rollin' with the dead bodies when the blood rain down that's on everybody
Bouncin' through the city, tryna see about the bread probably
Gotta couple racks on your head
Don't forget about it, sleeping with the dead
Oh my God, the grim reapers in our studio
Oh my God, the grim reaper means death
Walking with the dead
It's a cold world, let 'em just leave me alone
I'm living with the dead, put the lid on the coffin, the wicked shit still in my do'
Death, death, death, let 'em just leave me alone
I'm living with the dead, put the lid on the coffin, the wicked shit still in my do'
Death
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Written by: James Garcia, Michael Garcia
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