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Cre​-​Ep

by MEDUSA

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Oymyakon 04:43
Santísima muerte, dueña De la oscuridad Santísima muerte, dueña De la oscuridad Fast, tryna hit the gas Back against the seat, now Drop out like the beat the way They say I have no class Bad luck like the cats Cross over your path And, mamacita, I’m a Tricky little treat, a little Crass, yuh Tires gettin slashed, yuh I don’t let a motherfucker look at me Lest there exists an invoice, that’s a Pass, nuh I’m not talking cash, huh I’ma need the quid pro quo Or it’s kid, go home, that’s Fast, tryna hit the gas Back against the seat, now Drop out like the beat the way They say I have no class Bad luck like the cats Cross over your path And, mamacita, I’m a Tricky little treat, a little Crass, yuh Tires gettin slashed, yuh I don’t let a motherfucker look at me Lest there exists an invoice, that’s a Pass, nuh I’m not talking cash, huh I’ma need the quid pro quo Or it’s kid, go home That’s facts, bruh
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Come to the back, pound cardiac Can I have your name? It looks so good with my face Come to the back, amnesiac Can I have your name? Okay, vanish, leave no trace Come to the back, pound cardiac Can I have your name It looks so good with my face Come to the back, amnesiac Can I have your name Okay, vanish, leave no trace The lights are on, but no one’s home Na, na-na, na na The lights are on, but no one’s home Na, na, na The lights are on, but no one’s home Throw the bones and roll the stone Apocalypse is drawing near And we’re all gonna die Action Control Magic Gold Action Control Magic Gold Eyes so heavy And the room so smoky Tell me, my pretty Could you do something for me? Your lips keep moving But you’re playing karaoke Try me, little human But you can’t trick Loki I’m a trickster Keep your honorifics, I’m no mister Everything I do is off kilter Can’t stand out when being a kisser Kiss ass? Nah, bitch, I kick ass Polyglot, speaking in the tongue of mass creation When I step to the plate Better come correct cause I know how to decimate The Fae smile when I do my thing Bigge brain, stealing all the damn names Ain’t shit change Still a beast Flow got range, right You better hang tight My toxic blade got a nasty bite Take you to the back room Dusa with the scary view Say night-night bitch We got a plan for you Come to the back, pound cardiac Can I have your name? It looks so good with my face Come to the back, amnesiac Can I have your name? Okay, vanish, leave no trace Come to the back, pound cardiac Can I have your name? It looks so good with my face Come to the back, amnesiac Can I have your name? Okay, vanish, leave no trace Please Please Action Control Magic Gold Action Control Magic Gold
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I thought you would like him more If he spoke a little less So I fixed him They say I don’t want no trouble, baby I just wanna meet you Wrote you in my script and I think We should do a read-through Skin lookin so thin, it’s like Your brain and body see-through Oh, baby, me too But I don’t wanna see you I don’t want no trouble, baby I just wanna meet you Wrote you in my script and I think We should do a read-through Skin lookin so thin, it’s like Your brain and body see-through Oh, baby, me too But I don’t wanna see you My grandma makes voodoo dolls My father made satellites My mom has a hair salon And they taught me to bite My sister’s a head hunter My boyfriend wears combat boots My girlfriend loads the gun But I’m the one who shoots Boom And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a Promise, I’ll take care of you Promise I’ll take care Yeah, yeah You know I wear the pants So stop pulling on my hem I’ll eat your mommy and your daddy And I will not stop with them On the tails of my coat You’re taking notes, amen Still green like phlegm I clear my throat, Ahem Knife to a gun fight Gun to god, ay There’s only one fight You fought it wrong Tongue like a Dillinger One in the cylinder Your mouth wrote a check But your ass ain’t fulfillin her My grandma makes voodoo dolls My father made satellites My mom has a hair salon And they taught me to bite My sister’s a head hunter My boyfriend wears combat boots My girlfriend loads the gun But I’m the one who shoots Boom And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a ghost And I’ll make you a So, he...can’t talk at all? Nope Hm, I like it

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Cre-Ep is a Halloween EP with a dark, laid-back feel that fits year round. Play it at your costume party, or blast it in your car. Put it on while you do your eyeliner or while you’re smearing it off.

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released October 15, 2020

Written, produced, performed, & engineered by Medusa in Buffalo, NY.
Feature (Thae) by Overflow.
Samples from Circus Contraption (Thae) & Son Lux (Slowdancing in The Afterlife)
Original cover artwork by Casey McSherry, adapted by Medusa.

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MEDUSA Buffalo, New York

Medusa is a "revenge pop" musician based in New York. They're pretty sure they subconsciously stole calling their music "___-pop" from their friend Zand, who coined "ugly-pop," but it's way too late in the game to undo it now.

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