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Capone
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Capone was released on November 28, 2025 by ROMA JONSON as a part of the album Capone - Single
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Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelROMA JONSON
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM157

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ROMA JONSON
ROMA JONSON
Performer
Undead Ronin
Undead Ronin
Performer
Абсалямов Рамиль Джавитович
Beatbox
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Абсалямов Рамиль Джавитович
Songwriter
Dakota J Brown
Dakota J Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ROMA JONSON
ROMA JONSON
Producer
Undead Ronin
Undead Ronin
Cover Art

Lyrics

Aye yo
Mane I’m gonna split yo fuckin dome
Takin yo soul
Gotta bury all these bodies
In my basement
Underneath the fuckin stone
Until they rotted to the bone
All alone
When I point the tone
Cock it back and let it blast a busta
7 rounds up like Capone
Spin the block and leave you underground
Mane I’m hunting wit da hounds
Gotta creep up on a come up
Soon or I might fuckin bounce
Leave you fiending for the sound
Catch you copying me motherfucker
Imma boutta pull up with the Kult
And make you
Bow on yo goddamn knees hoe
Ready to beguile till they fuck wit me
No fuckin with a g bro
Psycho it’s that freaky Undead Ronin
Wit a bone to pick
I’m sick of this shit
Spillin organs on the floor
Wit Kamas and Kusarigama
Counting sheep and sleeping
Through the prayers and pleas
My victims wheeze its ceaseless
As their bodies contort and then freeze
Bustas think I’m playin when I say that I’m the best
But yet they worship those I taught after they snaked and took a cursed turn
Die and burn
They stomach churns
I hope the choices keep them up
Don’t fuck wit worm’s
Covered in germs
Just kill yo self already damn
Quit the industry
It ain’t built for viles g
Rake that rope and tie it tight
Around yo neck
And free us please
Same goes for them hoes wit the birdy on they clothing shit
I wish that all these bustas would play chicken wit a bullet train
A bloody stain
Complacent
Growing mold on all they rotted flesh
They spread the lies and feed the flies
While real talent meets demise hoe
But what do I know
Depends on who you ask
Cause some hoes
Can’t stop sucking on my dick bro
Spit on a busta
Don’t fuck with these fuckas
I’m pullin they teeth
When they steppin to me
Hit em in the stomach wit a 12 gauge buckshot
Watching all they blood clot
Send em to the graveyard
Bitch ass
Talkin like a big man
Can’t even get buck wit any oops
Slide through I’ll show yo ass my backhand
Sick of all these people talkin shit bout me
I’m boutta run up wit a Kult and leave em gutted and flayed
I am insane
Psychosadistic paint murals with viscera
Who is to blame
For the sick shit
That goes on inside my fuckin mind
Evil be my witness all you bitches cannot fuck wit me
Written by: Dakota J Brown, Абсалямов Рамиль Джавитович
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