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HAYMAKER
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Hip-Hop/Rap
HAYMAKER was released on February 27, 2026 by LIME KINGDOM as a part of the album NIGHTMARE FUEL: FEVER DREAM 2
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Release DateFebruary 27, 2026
LabelLIME KINGDOM
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LIME KING
LIME KING
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hadley Davidson
Hadley Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prop
Prop
Producer

Lyrics

(Who made it?)
Huh!
We gon' rack him for his lighter
Throwing paper up my street like I was handing flyers
Bitch says she committed but I know that she's a liar
She be switching boyfriends like the internet provider
I carry the fire
I'm gon' make this money til my kids gon' retire
I drop a 6-0 when I'm with my dogs, it's a choir
Sounding like Adele
He don't got a choice unless it's heaven or hell
If you couldn't tell
I'm a mutha fucking monster
That rolls with mobsters
So we gon' wet him up, we leave him redder than a lobster
We giving him some shells
We call him an Oscar, he's a mini man as well
Bitch I'm the mother fucking toaster in the bathtub
Zap him if we catch him tryna act up
So that boy better back up
Cause I be ten toes, ten deep with my backup
So if he try to act tough, it's wraps, bruh
Mutha fuck a label
Cause I can find more bread under my kitchen table
And if you think I'm chasing crumbs, this ain't a German fable
We don't aim for the spot no more
I'd rather kill them than leave them disabled
I'm sick of them all
The way I'm keeping the pole they think that I vault
They didn't know my whole circle be full of killers
All we need is a pentagram and we a cult
They know I'm nutting today
But I'm bumping that beat
It treat me like a palm
She stripped to her knees
She said she applying for residency how I be in her throat
They say they gonna do shit, they won't
All they ever do is yap
All they ever do is cap
All they ever do is say that their better than me, but they ain't got the stats
That boy barely started the race, but I'm doing victory laps
(On your left)
Don't even be tryna talk behind my back, we smokin' a pack (Ay)
He don't want smoke
He only popped off, but he can't ever pass me
Got me a semi auto
We gonna pop on his face way more than his acne
He talking 'bout racks
But I bet his whole yearly salary just last week
That bitch like a credit card
Give her plastic, now all she do is tap me
Switching positions like we on Nintendo
We ain't keeping it classy
They started running when they saw the gun
Shot 'em, like Drake in Degrassi
Headshot
They're gonna have to give that boy a write up, last scene
Lime King (Shuh!)
Who be talking shit? Tooly tryna play
Till we throwin' tin, bitch
We killin his elderly before him
Life ain't fair, bitch
Hearing the bang, we ain't deaf
Put a box in the hand, bitch
Riddled with shells
He was a tortoise in the hare, bitch
He tryna beef with my brothers
We pulling him by his hair, bitch
Got that boy pleading for his life
Like I care, bitch
So you need to go and pick a god
Or stop with the prayers, bitch
Cause if you wanna fight
Send me the location, I'm there, bitch
(Who made it?)
Written by: Hadley Davidson
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