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CUT 'EM
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CUT 'EM was released on January 1, 2026 by HHE/PXYCH HOUXE as a part of the album CUT 'EM - Single
January 1, 2026
LabelHHE/PXYCH HOUXE
LanguageEnglish
BPM169
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

No longer will the underground be
A place of selfish gains
Using others for your own greed
Fuck that, I'll kill ya
Hell's Bell
I don't fuck with you no morals
Devil book, no time to borrow
Dripped in formal suits immortal
Dead in church, they sing you sorrow
Keep a corpse, you'll never die
Grabbing them and separate that
You wins on homie, get 'em tats
Tax you like the treasury
Black leather chaps, I show my ass
VIP, don't need a pass
The hood taught me to roll my cash
Cali, so watch me roll my grass
Master, yo, it ain't enough
Crooked, you ain't straight enough
My guns are cannibals the way the bullets incinerate 'em up
Barbecue cake, cut 'em up, uh, yah
Blood on cheesecake, fuck it up, uh, yah
Left him chilly, devil hopper got him too cold
Now he boxed up like cereal, body too gold
Call yourself a G, man, you ain't top
Devil's son, he's geeked like a fake cop
Say you move in Ps, that's a fake lie
Only time you see any grams is on a FaceTime
Cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em
You ain't kinda hard. Cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em
I'm cutting it apart
Lotta people talking with their loose lips
Thinking I won't do shit
Make 'em think I'm good, then
I run up with the two twin blades both to the neck
Let's play a game, see if Christ can save you before you reach your rest
I'm so gifted when it comes to these dimensions of demented, passionate liquids of giving and dripping solutions inches away from what's missing, your face what I'm wearing, your eyes where I'm staring, the pain where I'm steering
Texas chainsaw, cut 'em up, mm, yah
Cut his brains while, cut 'em up, mm, yah
Wanna be a god so motherfucking bad
Give you thirty-nine slashes to remind you
You ain't shit
Call yourself a G, man, you ain't top
Devil's son, he's geeked like a fake cop
Say you move in Ps, that's a fake lie
Only time you see any grams is on a FaceTime
Cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em
You ain't kinda hard
Cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em
I'm cutting it apart
Written by: Cameron Bell, Roy Bell
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