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Recorded during practice at the Den of Sin in 2007
hiphop tennessee metalcore rapcore dirty south badseedz dirtycore
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Dirtycore from Tennessee
Four guys who don't play well with others. We were made up of left over bands from middle Tennessee, including...Creepweed, Salmano's Dog, Southern Crash Company, Revolver, The Bonhofs, & an oi/ska band from south Florida called The Worms. Kemo moved to Tennessee looking for people to jam with. In 1999, he met Scott Church from Dixie Voodoo Revival and was brought to what was the begining of Da Looney Bin. Kemo met up with Joonya and Dave to start a freestyle funk/metal group that would become known as Bad Seedz. Chad..aka...SuperBuzz, joined in to add more noise and wah wah effect to round out the line-up with Johnny Wadd producing everything we did. We've had our ups and downs, our trials and tribulations..But we continue the brotherhood we established almost 20 years ago. We had a very eclectic style. We were not rapcore, or feel good funk. We play from pure raw emotion and really can't label what we do. We're not merely musicians, but more of artists who create their work from weird musings. We are the Bad Seedz. No more, no less. ..
Song Info
Genre
Metal Rap-Metal
Charts
Peak #85
Peak in subgenre #4
Author
Words: Kemo Music: Bad Seedz
Rights
2014 Dead Men Productions
Uploaded
May 17, 2016
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MP3
MP3 2.3 MB 128 kbps 2:32
Story behind the song
Inspired by The Shining. "Heerree's JOHNNY!" This recording is pretty rough.
Lyrics
"Who let the demon's outta my head, everytime I see red, theres more bloodshed. They tell me in my dreams to kill the bigoted, Hit'em open minded, and closed fisted. They preyed on my dreams, made me twisted, spoon fed me hate - now I'm black hearted. Cold blooded - Evil minded Comin' muthafucka to rock the DEAD! I'm becoming insane, I can't breathe air, Their in my nightmare's - BEWARE! Gotta prepare, dare to declare, the warfare fucker, Don't stare. I don't care, I'll slap off your glare Cuz, I'm torn tattered and bare So, let's go where psycho's dare - C'mon! Murder gleams in my eyes, but my ax is clean, I'm the unseen comin through the smoke screen. Takin ya punk ass to the guillotine Syko-killa machine. Same ol' routine - eye popping Chalk outlines marking the murder - SCENE! Bodies stacked high, one by one Terrified scenes like the Inquisition. Manipulated mind like Charlie Manson Hypertension from the fourth dimension. Possessed to do this murderous mission, hate and anger are my only options, Stone cold, I feel no emotion!"
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