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Massacre
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Massacre was released on November 28, 2025 by Chicote Music as a part of the album Massacre - Single
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Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelChicote Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chicote
Chicote
Keyboards, Background Vocals, Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francisco Chiquelho Monteiro
Francisco Chiquelho Monteiro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chicote
Chicote
Producer, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Graphic Design

Lyrics

I got just the right plug to get your hands on some drugs
Outselling dumb motherfuckers thinking that they be thugs
And I'm well known pimping all these motherfucking sluts
And if I ain't hard it's just 'cause you ain't good enough
See, here in Portugal no way you getting life
Maximum penalization you get is 25
I ain't got time for no lies watch my empire rise
Giving hundreds to those who be counting coins for McFries
You ain't seen nothing like this motherfucker right here
Pass me the weed, the fucking hoes and some motherfucking beer
I'm drug addicted for real, that's how I got this skill
Drinking but don't let them pigs catch me while I'm behind the weel
Even though you don't care what I say, I always get things done my way
Change graffiti cans for guns but both I really like to spray
Don't make this a rainy day, getting wet at broad day light
'Cause I ain't getting caught with drugs for no fucking bitch fight
I'll be alright
Today it might occur (kill everybody)
A fucking massacre (kill everybody)
Today it might occur (kill everybody)
A fucking massacre (kill everybody)
I'm always feeling fine, but I gotta make a pause
Trynna hustle to get mine, don't give a fuck about yours
Got some knifes in my backpack so I might rob your snapback
You can tell your gang that I said that
And I'll be waiting on the payback
S.A.C. that's where I stay at, where rich dealers only pay in cash
One house for money stack, another house just to lay stash
If I hadn't told you, you would not guess it
I'm so fucking blessed bitch
When the pigs get me stressing, I just roll that spliff and pass it
I'm expressing with adrenaline, they arresting me for my medicine
Now I'm exploiting the music business like I'm Thomas Edison
Doing this since a pre-teen, music, get me cash clean
Only alchoolics around me, my best friend is a drug fiend
Bitches turn into haters 'cause I'm about my business
And I don't buy 'em no gifts, 'cause bitch this ain't no Christmas
Thoughts reveal my sickness, so if you acting suspicious
I'm making real life decisions with swiftness and leave no witness
And i'ma get ya
Today it might occur (kill everybody)
A fucking massacre (kill everybody)
Today it might occur (kill everybody)
A fucking massacre (kill everybody)
Written by: Francisco Chiquelho Monteiro
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