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Titanic
638
Hip-Hop/Rap
Titanic was released on December 5, 2025 by GAWNE as a part of the album Titanic - Single
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Release DateDecember 5, 2025
LabelGAWNE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gawne
Gawne
Rap
Brian Nox Eisner
Brian Nox Eisner
Background Vocals
Toki Ka'eo Nishikawa
Toki Ka'eo Nishikawa
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gawne
Gawne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gawne
Gawne
Recording Engineer
Brian Nox Eisner
Brian Nox Eisner
Producer
Kyle CE
Kyle CE
Co-Producer
Darez
Darez
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
It’s been a
Roller roaster as I overflow like a toilet bowl
With extra chromosomes cause I’m down
To go fuck a load of hoes
I don’t suppose I could blow my nose
As I’m overdosing off coke
In a coma frozen I’m comatose
Too culpable
Ha
Guilty as charged
I got the filthiest bars
Man I still beat my hog when it’s soft
And you will see my balls
’til I fill semen jars
For these fiendin’ broads
When I’m unleashin’ all the demons dogs
Finna get even like Adam and Eve in Eden
Eating apples and leaving off
“BYE”
Peace out to this
Man I’m out this bitch
Dippin’ and I gotta go
Y’all should have known that a long time ago
I’m finna go for the whole ramen bowl
Phenomenal
Hit ‘em with abominable
Counter blow to the abdominal
Like I’m Muhammad Ali,
I’m droppin’ these bombs like Osama, Saddam and Iran,
Salamani and Boko Haram and Hamas at a mosque
In Somalia probably gonna end up in Guantanamo…
But I kinda want to go…
Asta Lavista
Get your keister smoked
Like it was reefer
When I keep my foes froze in a freezer
I don’t love these hoes
No so I leave ‘em
Like Selena to the Weeknd and Beiber
Undefeated dick
No, cause I beat it
To Khalifa, Mia, Gohonera
My penis
Probably finna get a fever
Diseases
I don’t take accountability I never blame myself
If I ever was on the Titanic I would save myself
I don’t give a fuck about shhhit unless it pays me well
I got really bad intentions I can’t wait for hell
I can’t wait for hell
Bad intentions I can’t wait for hell
They tell me to touch grass
What the fuck’s that?
Fuck that
Mother fucker not a chance
Attack!
When I bust gats better run fast
Double tap you with a Mac
In the nutsack
Thought I was done?
You a dumbass
I’ll be the one to comeback it’s not impossible
When the odds are low finna go ’til the cows come home
And the wheels fall off like a hubcab
Lord forgive me you should know
I don’t really wanna be a nuisance though
But I lose control
Crash out, black out, act out
Pullin’ up on ‘em when a fuse gets blown.
Spin the block
And I shoot, unload
Hit a snoozin’ foe
With a bruising blow
Really gettin’ bitter
So I hit ‘em with the Coup de Grace
Deliver mother fuckers to the funeral home
This the moment y’all
Fucking waited for
I’m the God or rap
Y’all should praise the lord
I don’t play no games
I don’t play no more
Fly a Boeing jet
Through the 84th foor
Of the Twin Towers in upstate New York
And escape through those elevator doors
Then we go war George Bush paid it forward
And invaded Iraq just to take the oil
I’ll be ill until the end of time
Remember I can bend a rhyme a clever guy mega-mind
You’ll never find another one ahead of mine
Get in line
Center divide when I sever ties
Said goodbye, genocide, then they die,
Haven’t I, had ‘em sent to heaven
Then I’ma let it fly
End of the line as I enter my prime
I been the baddest motherfucker ever
Shreddin’ like I hit a line of coke
Too fast
For the human eye though
Fuck a high road
Spiral
Stooping so low
Outta silo
I’ma drop a nuke on them hoes
Cause I’m killin’ everybody
Like a suicide note
Who say Luke is not the GOAT
Fuck you dawg I’m cold
Fuck around
Find out
When I shoot a FoFo
Word to John F Kennedy-
I blast reload
Put a few in your dome
From the grassy knoll
Everybody wanna see a spitter
So I let it spray
The syllables excellerating
Quicker than a particle
Colliding with a atom
Automatic
Man I’m adamant
It’s magic when I’m at it
In my hat I got a rabbit
So the Vatican
Is mad again
I’m never gonna let up, wait
I never been afraid
To put the pen to page
A renegade
I’m all about the sentiment
I’m hotter than a hundred fucking centigrade
Disintegrating people when I send a ray
Of venom and they panic
As their heading for the interstate
Erratic and they’re tryna get away
Their going manic
But I’m never gonna let up
Man I probably should be medicated
Sicker than a killer
Now my body count is elevating
Someone go and tell the haters
I’ma put their body in a shredder
Then I relegate ‘em
Little bit demented
When I’m chopping up the enemy
But then again
I think it should be celebrated
Written by: Gawne
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