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Pine Box
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pine Box was released on July 17, 2026 by Mafiatic Music as a part of the album XYZ 2
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AlbumXYZ 2
Release DateJuly 17, 2026
LabelMafiatic Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM166

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ends
Ends
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ends
Ends
Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

Motherfucker, I'm cold
Cold as the winter wind when it blows
If you wanna play these games, you save that shit for the dome
I give it when it's ten still, you ain't felt the wind chill
Figured that the blizzard and snow brought warmer clothes
Go ahead and ask about me, ask and gather facts about me
Listen to the garbage when these hoes are talking trash about me
Foes will spit they jokes and shit, none of it is facts about me
All I give em' back, tombstones and a casket out me
Why they bitter mad? What you think they bitter at?
I can make em' quiver, not an arrow pointing in they back
Never will they ever show they iller with a pen and pad
Ivory tower built and tell the elephant remember that
They can never match the skill or level that I bring, I'm raw
Hear it and they wish they wrote this shit but they just sing along
I'mma spring on all the field, I just think they heard me wrong
Asian, I ain't never said I'm Haitian, but I eat the dogs
Even all your rap's dusty, how you make it sound so ugly?
Why you wanna kill it? Instead you killed the vibe like Chucky
Stand up and own the comedy you gave us wasn't funny
Why you wanna poke E? Never bend, go get a Gumby
Put you in a pine box, with nine shots from my quill
Shut em' down, all my enemies can get the Nyquil
Lights out, hit em' with that overdue light bill
I just wanna say I made it like I was Mike Will
When my name is up in lights, imagine and picture the moment
How they wanna love me for the lyrics but sensor the spokesmen?
Paid me to go in, flip the script like I'm Christopher Nolan
Filmin, I'm comin' inside the bang bus with bigger explosions
Goddammit, I'm so fuckin' lit
I don't even remember what it's like to be sober a bit
I just keep bustin, this revolver won't holster and rest
Off with your heads, now your children turn Oliver Twist
Written by: Robert Hunter
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