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lyrics
[Intro]
Testing, test, test, testing
1 2 3 4 7 4 7
Testing, this is a test
1 2 3 4 7 4 7
Good god
Your screams echo in deaf ears of the remorseless
Good god
Do it live, fuck it
[Verse 1]
I stab holes in your body to the rhythm of the sample
Your punctured lungs damage is too much to handle
Now stay away and get these stupid herbs outta here
I end lives with 1 bar like Jupiter's atmosphere
So cover your confidence and insecurities
I crash through brains like 9/11 conspiracies
Your health meter's blinking red, near empty
I break you with a Cannonball like The Breeders sent me
It's a fatality on 47th Street
When I toss frat fuckboys off the mezzanine
In a pile of guts, blood ejecting from his eyes
He feels pain 'cuz his brain's still connected to his spine
All you bitches can sit there and pout about it
Slam the brakes on a wake 'cuz I'll cause a power outage
Rest in piss, there's no genesis, no end to this
Andrew Tate heard Rezin's shit and turned feminist
[Chorus]
Tear the world apart, leave nothing behind
That's the warning for those who wanna question my mind
You must submit, take it like a man
You're just my obedient bitch, not a fan
Tear the world apart, leave nothing behind
That's the warning for those who wanna question my mind
You must submit, take it like a man
You're just my obedient bitch, not a fan
[Verse 2]
I make your Evergreen Terrace simply nightmarish
So lick the bozack like Erick then Parrish
EPMD: Everyone Pretty Much Dies
In the Blair Witch woods, spitting muffed cries
Reverberate as I extirpate your body hollow
Found dead through the window of a Monte Carlo
With crimson window tint that you created
From skin abraded, faded and cremated
So overrated, that ends your lil story
I kill off your vibes like Andrew Hill recordings
Sound wavelengths get severed in two
Steady makin' melodies like Everett True
Black magic tricks turn houses into labyrinths
And your room's invaded by shadow hat men
The mystic macabre makes your daughter a goner
Classmates put candles and flowers at her locker
[Chorus]
Tear the world apart, leave nothing behind
That's the warning for those who wanna question my mind
You must submit, take it like a man
You're just my obedient bitch, not a fan
Tear the world apart, leave nothing behind
That's the warning for those who wanna question my mind
You must submit, take it like a man
You're just my obedient bitch, not a fan
Fuckin' thing sucks
credits
released July 27, 2023
Produced By 3Point Beats
Cutz By Rezin 47
Artwork By Rezin 47
Written, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered By Rezin 47
Producer Jansport J uses nostalgic soul, funk, and 1990s hip-hop to craft a serene opus designed to help you chill. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 28, 2018