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ARACHNOPHOBIA
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Hip-Hop/Rap
ARACHNOPHOBIA was released on December 19, 2025 by Irreversible Records as a part of the album The Irken Empire Tapes
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Release DateDecember 19, 2025
LabelIrreversible Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
mezaki
mezaki
Rap
pessimist
pessimist
Rap
elideltazion!
elideltazion!
Rap
Dr. Classified
Dr. Classified
Rap
whoom
whoom
Rap
barwhoom
barwhoom
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juan Pablo Cubillas
Juan Pablo Cubillas
Songwriter
Justin Hart
Justin Hart
Songwriter
Elijah Bradley
Elijah Bradley
Songwriter
Nicholas Nardone
Nicholas Nardone
Songwriter
Ibrahim Mamalachi
Ibrahim Mamalachi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Classified
Dr. Classified
Mixing Engineer
igana
igana
Producer

Lyrics

Huh, huh, huh
Who they gon’ talk about when I make it first? Huh, huh
Talk about me, myself, and I, hope you screaming mercy
Bl-blood rush to my head, anemic to my veins, it’ll curse me
Put-put you in that body bag when I whip yo’ hearse, whoo!
Put you in that body bag
But I gotta kill a **** first
Death by thousand knives, or spider-eyes
**** gon' find out what's worse
Drawing a pentagram with all your guys
**** gon' walk with a curse
I kill with a purs'
My methods diverse
I cut a **** up like I did with this verse
Hold up wait, uh, first off
Just know that EDZ! can't fall off
And if you talking that shit, blow your face off, uh
We clash two swords like a face-off, uh
I'm allergic to these **** like a damn cough
I'm phasin' through these stages like a phantom, uh
All my Irkens stay strapped, put your hands up (bleh)
If you jumping from these bullets, you a dancer (yeah)
Wait, you ghosting the map, you ain't answer yo phone
So I'm blocking yo text, ain't no saving that hoe
Sayin' I was the dream, but you actin' real mean
You ain't following me, I don't care anymore
Eight legs crawling up on your body
Just know your fucked when you hear that sound
Irkens, they won't harm me
Death by spiders don't sound too bad right now
Huh, huh, huh
Who they gon’ talk about when I make it first? Huh, huh
Talk about me, myself, and I, hope you screaming mercy
Bl-blood rush to my head, anemic to my veins, it’ll curse me
Put-put you in that body bag (yeah) when I whip yo’ hearse, whoo!
Started at the lowest, now I'm highest like I'm Spike Lee
Y’all gone feel my music like it's Braille, that's a type beat (what?)
Y'all can argue on the web but wouldn't fight me (yeah)
Don't catch me pulling up with flannel and a white tee
I got bad temper, you gon' get your ass severed
Imma smash your shit and break it, lookin like a Clash member (Irken)
You can't diss me, I’ll return these bars to sad sender
And throw a blade into your eye like I'm a bad blender
I don't got much of an audience, but they're more loyal than yours will be (True)
You the one who shit on me first, fuck acting cordially
I got to balance the college and music, I still do it quarterly
Plus I got people that have my back, the Irkens most importantly (Whoo!)
Huh, huh, huh
Who they gon’ talk about when I make it first? Huh, huh
Talk about me, myself, and I, hope you screaming mercy
Bl-blood rush to my head, anemic to my veins, it’ll curse me
Put-put you in that body bag when I whip yo’ hearse, whoo! (This is Irken radio, bitch)
Who they gon’ talk about when I make it- make it first? Huh
Talk about me, myself, and I, hope you screaming mercy
Blood rush- blood rush to my head, anemic- my veins, it’ll curse me
Put-put you in that body bag-, put you in that body bag, whoo! (Ugh)
(Hello) Just say what you need
Wa-Walter White, I've been hanging wit fiends
Breaking bad in the desert, need water
Breaking bad like the middle of Nevada
I need water, where the O2?
Chopper bussin', I don't know you
Money beefin' like its Nobu
Gettin' money, been a go-to
I met this Mexican, his name was Jose
Y-y-you chasing thots, we don’t do what the hoes say
Whoom keep his distance, get touched like it's foreplay
I think that he dead, (ugh) okay
Got blood on my shoes, on my Ksubi's
Scene getting covered up just like a toupee
Turtle shell on a barrel like Oogway
Never be tripping, I tie up my shoelace
Rise of the mummies like Cinco De Mayo
Y’all **** gon' die in this bitch
Y’all **** get fried in this bitch
McDonald's, put fries in the bitch
Uh, huh uh, huh uh, huh
Y'all pussies gon' die in this bitch
(Uh huh, uh huh, y'all pussies gon' die in this bitch)
Who they gon’ talk abou- when I make it- make it fir- Huh, huh
Talk about me, myself, and I- self and I- self and I-
Blood rush- blood rush to my head and- head and- to my veins- veins- veins- veins-
Put-put you in that body bag-, put you in that body bag, whoo!
Written by: Elijah Bradley, Ibrahim Mamalachi, Juan Pablo Cubillas, Justin Hart, Nicholas Nardone
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