[ Verses can build in intensity-double the vocals on certain bars for effect]
[Bridges can be whispered, distorted, or glitched-out for trap-metal horror-core vibes]
[Let Jay-Reed and Piddler bounce off each other in live sets for a chaotic cypher]
[Pre-Intro] [Pre-Intro should be dark, ambient, or even lo-fi tape hiss for tension.]
[Spoken / Sampled Audio Over Dark Ambient Beat]
"[Ja-Ka-Wel Productions and Phantom Studios presents... Native Ratchet City Sounds."
Featuring..Baby Boy Jay-Reed
"I Aim for the Throat"
Also starring.. Piddling Riddling
[Intro]
[Voice 1][spoken, build up]
You awake? Then pay attention
If you don’t wanna get phuked up, don’t just hear me—listen.
JaQaL the fuking Jackal, that’s me.
FCC—food City Clique—representin' the real South
Boss City. Step lightly
[Verse][voice 1][male]
Just remember step lightly in our hood
What you say, what you do—it’s not if you could.
Once you cross the line? No going back, no undo.
Like wolves we packing and tracking
Next thing you feel—the heat teeth.
Heavy with lead—we made your bed,
And it's six feet deep.
[Bridge](Ja-kall)(darky gritty spoke)
It’s better that way—a death that’s quick.
But if the block monster on the hunt…
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Jree goes for the throat.
And now? The rest?
Yeah, he wrote that.
[Verse].[voice 2][male]
Food City dumb stupid niqqa
Im not by choice—an enigma. Sigma.
Body bag, tied up, muddy red river.
Took your liver—bl@ck market industries
Boss City, six figures
Louisiana litter, bred killer
Hang u by your !ntest!ne$ from an oak
Tree sitter—chop you down, wood splitter.
[Verse] [voice 3][female]
Lemme translate what this dummy just said
We don’t talk money—but we all about bread.
Bred killer, born with her—twin sister
Lived with her—don’t call me baby with her.
Paint brush like a smoke bag lady
All this loud got me feelin’ like a old hag lately
Couldn’t hate me. Got all the positivity
Ayo bro—where all the activities?
Slicker than a lint-lickin’ cootie queen, bro
Black and white—slammin’ dominos, woah.
[Bridge]
[Outro][voice 3][female]
I think I’ve said enough.
Lemme put this thing down
...and pick back up that brush.
[Verse]
[Voice 2][male][Back in blood style]
Sound like a hoe, straight outta line
Copper plated—definitely not a dime
Not sure about a translator
Under her mask—Darth Vader
Tried to saver—Ritter with the jitter
Too many hits, now she got the shivers
Flexing ivory bones
Not you or your clone
Slammin—see where your mind at
A$$ fat—actin like a door mat
Tr@n$g£nder—kin to D00k!ie Dawn
Pawn—small intestines
No contestant—she on that d00k!e trend
Gone—lie to chit in the wind
And I wish a niqqa would… like a kitchen cabinet
Automatic—got Baby Ritter, aka Miss H!t/€r
[Outro]
[Guitar Solo] (Optional Beat Switch / Haunting Echo or Guitar Riff)
(Fade into whispering echoes, gun-cocking FX, howling wolves, or distorted screams.)
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