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return to rot
Hip-Hop/Rap
return to rot was released on June 1, 2026 by Rancid Records as a part of the album return to rot - Single
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Release DateJune 1, 2026
LabelRancid Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
N-Tox
N-Tox
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tristan Walton
Tristan Walton
Songwriter
Owen Fanchini
Owen Fanchini
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tristan Walton
Tristan Walton
Co-Producer
Owen Fanchini
Owen Fanchini
Co-Producer
Patrick Leonard
Patrick Leonard
Co-Producer

Lyrics

I wake up
I get around quick
Like I am disease
I take out whole entire town bitch
Knights of the round
We smoke a pound
Hunt a pussy rapper
With a hundred fucking hounds
Maybe some rounds
Will hit your house
Aimbotting a pussy
Only clicking with my mouse
World we in is in a rut
As if we just want to fuck
Get it over with and done
So I can return to rot
Baby keep me in my box
So that I dont throw a rock
At the window of my life
Yeah I grip the fucking knife
Often I show and I kick back
Bald slicked back, eating D9 kit kats
Fuck a wristband I don't wanna risk mans
Thinking I'm a goofy in the club off of this many
Never ever am I not on many
Cant guitar I am not Tom Petty
But I drop shit free boom, battle of the ghetty
And I'm thinking I'm a crazy after hundred of the tennies.
Maybe I'm insane
I don't know what N-Tox saying
He and I are so so different
Hes the front and I'm in the kitchen
This is Randy life
Pop six more feeling dandy, right?
No?
You a little too turnt?
Bomb in hand but you cry when hurt
I don't think I'm gonna make it
Two pills I pop like a dayquil
Three more I drop somthing hateful
Really don't know what I'm made of
World we in is in a rut
As if we just want to fuck
Get it over with and done
So I can return to rot
Baby keep me in my box
So that I dont throw a rock
At the window of my life
Yeah I grip the fucking knife
Whole life was someone elses
Now we ride way beat be bouncing
Two foot rims and bottle of jack
I think I aint coming back
Smoking crack with all my homies
All the shorties wanna blow me
Get so high that I might go and
Throw a pistol at it blow it
I don't think I'm gonna make it
Two pills I pop like a dayquil
Three more I drop somthing hateful
Really don't know what I'm made of
Every day that passes
This inside me grasping
For the exit masking
Everything I'm battling
I don't
For free
Pay me
Money
I want
Every
Thing that
You dream
N-Toxicated fucking records
Shout out to, Pat, and my buddy Owen
Rancid, rancid, rancid, rancid, rancid, rancid, rancid on this shit bitch!
World we in is in a rut
As if we just want to fuck
Get it over with and done
So I can return to rot
Baby keep me in my box
So that I dont throw a rock
At the window of my life
Yeah I grip the fucking knife
Written by: Owen Fanchini, Tristan Walton
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