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Til Death
286
Hip-Hop/Rap
Til Death was released on October 9, 2007 by Black Rain Entertainment as a part of the album The Man, The Myth, The Legacy (Looned & Chopped) [feat. D-Dirt & Enigma]
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Release DateOctober 9, 2007
LabelBlack Rain Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wynter Gordon
Wynter Gordon
Songwriter
Colleen Fitzpatrick
Colleen Fitzpatrick
Songwriter
Tom Neville
Tom Neville
Songwriter

Lyrics

Scarecrow, trick
I hear all you weak ass **** (I hate you to death)
I think you some of the truth, ya got death in
Puttin' my name in ya mouth (In ya fuckin' mouth, I can't believe it)
We gonna sweep him right now (Right bout now, anyway)
BLAY!
I'm married to this game, till death do us part
For richer or for poor, I'ma give it all my heart
And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife
And I'ma rock it every night just to keep my game tight
I'm married to this game, till death do us part
For richer or for poor, I'ma give it all my heart
And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife
And I'ma rock it every night just to keep my game tight
Wildest barbarians, lots of hysteria
Black pitbull terriers, venomous area
Sniper is strikin' with Infamous wrath
Cracking yo fuckin' head in half
Let's take a bloody bath in my Michael Myers mask
Dumpin' 'em like some gladiators, we are the annihilators
Also the eradicators, the Loony Bin escaped
I'm hittin' 'em with the clothes lines
Smashin' the fucking vertebrae
Wolfpack predator, don't discriminate on prey
Every Sunday Infamous transform to Ted Bundy
.44 hollow in yo tummy, ain't working on Monday
What's up with the Scarecrow? You know till the world blow
But no disrespect, but I'll swear you like you build it hoe
Ain't hatin' on you bro cause you wear a lot of jewelry
But my only bling is that fuckin' chrome artillery
**** are you feeling me? Need to take this serious
Infamous fuckin' you punkass-**** up like I'm furious
I'm married to this game, till death do us part
For richer or for poor, I'ma give it all my heart
And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife
And I'ma rock it every night just to keep my game tight
I'm married to this game, till death do us part
For richer or for poor, I'ma give it all my heart
And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife
And I'ma rock it every night just to keep my game tight
BLAY!
Trick you know that I know you ain't got no fuckin' nuts
Bitch I know that you know I'll fill you fuckin' full of slugs
Pistol pop, body flop, then you drop in the mud
Knock off ya block from the hot shots from this thug
Revolver silver, make you shiver with this pain I deliver
**** injured from revenger bullets, enter every center
Mentally scarred, very hard, bitch I will pull your card
Melt you slobs like some lard when this Glock boils your heart
Slop chop, blown apart, mafia G, vice squad
Ram rod pimp stick, red hot cum shot
Slap hard, smack, whack, rock apart
Hungry moany stomach growling 'cause I ain't had shit but slop
Want yo fuckin pieces hoe, want my money right here hoe
You will never be Scarecrow, slap some sense in ya hoe
BLAY!
I'm married to this game, till death do us part
For richer or for poor, I'ma give it all my heart
And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife
And I'ma rock it every night just to keep my game tight
I'm married to this game, till death do us part
For richer or for poor, I'ma give it all my heart
And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife
And I'ma rock it every night just to keep my game tight
Written by: Colleen Fitzpatrick, Tom Neville, Wynter Gordon
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