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DEAD BOY
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Hip-Hop/Rap
DEAD BOY was released on June 26, 2026 by Malevolamor II // Zodiac Killers x TooLost as a part of the album Malevolamor II
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Release DateJune 26, 2026
LabelMalevolamor II // Zodiac Killers x TooLost
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DeeKay
DeeKay
Additional Vocals
Lames
Lames
Performer
James Burgos
James Burgos
Additional Vocals
Jay Eryxse Middleton
Jay Eryxse Middleton
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeeKay
DeeKay
Lyrics
James Burgos
James Burgos
Lyrics
Jay Eryxse Middleton
Jay Eryxse Middleton
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shotgun Ricky
Shotgun Ricky
Producer, Executive Producer
Prod. Nocturne
Prod. Nocturne
Producer
Jay Eryxse Middleton
Jay Eryxse Middleton
Sound Design, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Creative Director, Recording Engineer, Graphic Design, Executive Producer
Seabxn
Seabxn
Creative Director, Graphic Design

Lyrics

I'm a dead boy
Sipping Patron
I start a warfare
Fuck boy
Thinking he tough
But he a lawn chair
Fold a pussy up
Like a rug,
Bitch we don’t play fair
Hit his bitch without a rubber
She a daycare
Ugh nocturne, made the beat
D,italia .28, it got more power than a jeep
Sacrifice a sheep
Inside the herd, who want my seat
Mane it’s shout to the woman who done swallowed up my seed
But i love my little bitch
And i could never ever cheat
I’ve been running up my checks
So much ian got time to blink,
All the opposition pussies,
I could never beef a twink
If he wanna problem with the gang
Then we gon pull up 6 deep
6 feat underground
Trying to figure out my sound
Couple snares
Couple 808s,
I’m tryna make it bounce
Forever hold my peace
Behind these drums
I feel i’m found
But push me out the box,
I up it first, and let off rounds
Oh he a deadboy
He a deadman walking
Imma push him in the grave
Let the pistols do the talking
I might smoke another flav
Let my plug go pick an option
Everybody wanna play
Til the uzi get to bobbin
All my friends dead
You can never come around
And push me to the edge
I be smoking all my opps
Until they red and dead
I be moving on the block
Until the money spread
So why you talking to the cops?
Let it rain
Money spread im out here with the gang
Your team lookin weak and you could never be the same
Never change
Blazin on the road feel like im dame
Swervin in the merc im in the hills like gta
Im talkin hunnids or nothin, why all you bitches be stuntin
You bring the ruckus to my clan im in the front
Right to the paper im runnin, it ain’t no talk no discussing
I’ll rock your shit right out the park you hittin bunts
Stead of fucking with a goofy
How bout you come fuck with we
But ian messing with no groupie
You got me messed up with he
He try to step on me, but i took away his knees
Independent artist,
Say this shit on every beat
She a independent shorty,
But she still depends on me
I got independent choppas
I got independent beef
It’s a independent street
But still they depending on e
Bad lil hoe taking pics in the whip
2 45s and i’m gripping on my smith
It’s a rough way to die
If you fuck with the clique
Two tone diamonds
Shine brighter than a bitch
Two tone shoes
Just to match whats on my hip
Ain a female in the world
That could set me up to get flipped
Not a care in the world
Until we pull up with sticks
Big ass slug in the pump
Think quick
I'm a dead boy
Sipping Petron
I start a warefare
Fuck boy
Thinking he tough
But he a lawn chair
Fold a pussy up
Like a rug,
Bitch we don’t play fair
Hit his bitch without a rubber
She a daycare
Ugh nocturne, made the beat
D,italia .28, it got more power than a jeep
Sacrifice a sheep
Inside the herd, who want my seat
Mane it’s shout to the woman who done swallowed up my seed
Written by: Dee Kay, James Burgos, Jay Middleton, Prod. Nocturne
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