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DEATH NOTE
Hip-Hop/Rap
DEATH NOTE was released on October 1, 2025 by twentytwo as a part of the album GARAGE FIRE - EP
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Release DateOctober 1, 2025
Labeltwentytwo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deathofdane
Deathofdane
Rap
Kidd Camo
Kidd Camo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camden Elkin
Camden Elkin
Songwriter
Dane gilbert
Dane gilbert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kidd Camo
Kidd Camo
Producer
Deus
Deus
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(You're asking me why?)
(I did it cuz I was bored)
Y'all burnt the fuck out
What you think we'd be impressed bro?
We on the pot, in the kitchen
Whipping up the Pesto
And it's always hot
Never chain-swinging with the best though
We find out where they staying
Write they name inside the Death Note
I ain't been living life right, I'm just a gambling man
I used to pass the plug a hunnid, he would hand me a gram
Yeah I don't fucking like me, look but I am who I am
I pull up with two desert eagles like Yosemite Sam, uh
Choose what I say, and I keep two-six in the bag
Out in the sticks with all the hicks, that white trash Ricky swag
Trailer Park Boys
Smoking six paper joint Gorilla doinks
I took your girl, I call her Lucy ain't nothing to brag
Call you hellraiser, make your head my pincushion
I had to go and talk to her, way she been looking
Barely even leave the studio, I swear I been cooking
Early in the morning, like a deli out in Brooklyn
Butcher with the instrumental
Up inside your woman's dental
I'm a dog, bro get the kennel
Some would say I'm fucking mental
Fuck your rental car and all the strippers in your videos
Nah, Imma take it back, some of those bitches bad I'd hit it yo
You a light pack, I'm blazing soon as Dane gon' hand the torch
The Camo Phantom Force
I'm popping outta nowhere
With the cannon, how I planned before
Dancing over corpses, now my hammy sore
Grab the goons out the caravan, making sure they ain't panic boy
Not a sound
Everyone talking on me, I walk 'em down
They flock around the chatter, I'm known to scatter a lotta rounds
We toss 'em out
His home's in the alley where empty sauce is found
They shit stains, I'm moving provocative
Clean the block, now this is (ah)
Garbage duty, they awful, booty, they drop
Ain't lots'll rock it, not a clue
Pursuing poverty with how they rapping (ah)
Bro a whole disaster
Finna fold if soldiers after
Pinnacle of choking, dog the Colts to Minnesota
Snatching stones, I'm after total platinum
Hold him back, your hoe can hold him back
She always phoning fast to slide like station promo casters (ah)
Cuz I'm the show she loves to listen to, I'm Rogan
Tasked to show exactly how I push the quota snapping
Bro get active
Y'all burnt the fuck out
What you think we'd be impressed bro?
We on the pot, in the kitchen
Whipping up the Pesto
And it's always hot
Never chain-swinging with the best though
We find out where they staying
Write they name inside the (Death Note)
Y'all burnt the fuck out
What you think we'd be impressed bro?
We on the pot, in the kitchen
Whipping up the Pesto
And it's always hot
Never chain-swinging with the best though
We find out where they staying
Write they name inside the Death Note
(It's been interesting)
Written by: Camden Elkin, Dane gilbert
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