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Dejection
9.789
Hip-Hop
Dejection adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak G59 Records tarafından 20 Kasım 2015 tarihinde yayınlandıNow the Moon's Rising
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Çıkış Tarihi20 Kasım 2015
FirmaG59 Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM100

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Vocals
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Vocals
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

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[Verse 1]
(Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed)
(A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch)
(And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick)
[Verse 2]
(Straight, don't haste, paste, penetrate)
(Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed)
(A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch)
(And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick)
[Verse 3]
$carecrow rising, while devising, my master plan to move in silence
Live through violence, blood flow drivin' me to kill a fuckboy hidin'
Manic schizo, life dejected, don't think I'm soft 'cause I'm depressed, bitch
Just infected, just neglected, always rejected but respected
Lucifer's first-born of the fallen, triple six screams, bodies calling
I've evolved into revolving my own way of problem-solving
Murder, murder, druggie, junky, body burnin' if I'm lucky
Flames of hell that burn my flesh, $uicide, I scream till then
[Verse 4]
(Straight, don't haste, paste, penetrate)
(Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed)
(A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch)
(And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit, trick)
[Verse 5]
Fuckboy wanna talk shit? Put the MAC-10 in his mouth, just the tip
Zip up my brain, six-hundred and sixty stitches, I feel the pain
No shame, just sayin', big bang, I'm a Saiyan
Who knew Yung Plague wouldn't freeze in the tundra? It's true
Hot as a block, when the cops know the spot
Cop a rock and then crack in his top, leave him blue
[Verse 6]
Now your skull got a big crater, see you later, alligator
Bring the bodies to the swamp
Leave 'em as bait for the chomp and I'm gone
[Verse 7]
(Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed)
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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