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roadkill+
Hip-Hop/Rap
roadkill+ was released on December 26, 2025 by Corpse Cartel Records as a part of the album roadkill+ - Single
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Release DateDecember 26, 2025
LabelCorpse Cartel Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mercykill
Mercykill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Logan Spencer
Logan Spencer
Songwriter
A J
A J
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mercykill
Mercykill
Engineer
UNORDINARYBEATS
UNORDINARYBEATS
Producer

Lyrics

Cold winter, blacked ou-; ou-
Cold winter, blacked ou-; ou-
(I can't)
Cold winter, blacked out
Hoes on me, fanned out
Gutter bitch, rich prick
Really how it panned out
I'm going crazy in this bitch,
So what's the plan now?
I'm feeling hazy in this bitch,
Won't put this blunt down
Go getter, stacking, ima roadkill ya, get em'
All these poles on me itching, ima shoot em' while he pissing, hoe
My gold independent, rose gold and Celine on me
My soul in the secrets, so cold, how you feeling me?
I'm messed in the dome, I got some secrets you won't ever see
My pockets full of dope won't hit the section less it's next to me
Addicted to this shit, these 808s hit like amphetamines
I'm lacking in my system, what's god really tryna say to me?
I'm pissed off
Don't give a fuck bout he said cause imma big dog
Kick in ya door with Motorola loco, bitched off
Said ima do it for the money, take his head off
I need these stacks up in my pocket, boy
Cold winter, blacked out
Hoes on me, fanned out
Gutter bitch, rich prick
Really how it panned out
I'm going crazy in this bitch,
So what's the plan now?
I'm feeling hazy in this bitch,
Won't put this blunt down
Go getter, stacking, ima roadkill ya, get em'
All these poles on me itching, ima shoot em' while he pissing, hoe
My gold independent, rose gold and Celine on me
My soul in the secrets, so cold, how you feeling me?
Know I'm a lonely kid, a ghost boy that's lost too
I was fucked up, I was tripping, then I lost you
My eyes burning, cross faded in a dark room
Now I'm sippin' on that poison, got me tossed too
Shrooms hitting, everybody dying turn ya back to it
Crude sentence, blood leaking, swinging fist, blades do it
Cut em' up, beat em' down, toss em' out, then redo it
Don't give a fuck bout how you feel, we all still going thru it
Written by: A J, Logan Spencer
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