Top Songs By XVcaligo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
XVcaligo
Performer
$KAREKROW AP
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Brodzinski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
XVcaligo
Producer
$KAREKROW AP
Producer
KEN2
Producer
$LUTTY$LUG
Producer
Lyrics
Punch your fists into the air and raise a rebel yell
There's lots of bad things out there
You need to send to hell
Ah, SLAUGHTERPOSSE bitch
Turn the fuck up
Real. Goth. Shit.
Gothaholics, hahaha
Ken2
Fuck
Aye
AP, $KAREKROW in this bitch
Turn the fuck up
Blast that **** skull open, and then I rip his face up
Hear me stompin' through the woods, where you hear the wind cry
Lately I been wishin' that a **** could just die, aye
Run my bands aye, shoutout to my mans aye (aye)
Blast that **** skull open, and then I rip his face up
Hear me stompin' through the woods, where you hear the wind cry
Lately I been wishin' that a **** could just die, aye
Run my bands aye, shoutout to my mans aye (aye)
Fuckin'-fuckin' lost my mind like thirty days ago
I been screamin' shit like everywhere I fuckin' go
Told 'em you can't fix me, but they still gone hold out hope
Ain't no shit you'll do when I'm a mofuckin' ghost
Strapped up with blicks like we finna stick 'em for shit
Lookin' for cash, but I ain't gonna pick
I just got trapped up with bitches
Ain't catch a break from this shit, I'm a pimp
Need me an X to pass in the day
I gotta pause, or else I will fade
Fuck all this war, let's just make peace with our K's
Yo' trust gon' be fallin' today (fhoo)
Bitch its SLAUGHTERPOSSE, all I can say is fuck life
You dont believe in me, thats okay go ahead and die
Fuck a **** bitch just to say I made her bleed aye
Cuz a **** never had-
Blast that **** skull open, and then I rip his face up
Hear me stompin' through the woods, where you hear the wind cry
Lately I been wishin' that a **** could just die, aye
Run my bands aye, shoutout to my mans aye (aye)
Blast that **** skull open, and then I rip his face up
Hear me stompin' through the woods, where you hear the wind cry
Lately I been wishin' that a **** could just die, aye
Run my bands aye, shoutout to my mans aye (aye)
Written by: Richard Brodzinski