Toybox Guillotine

[Intro]
[wind-up crank turning]
Tiny teeth on plastic chains
Tick-tock in a crooked frame
Open up the lid, kid
(you picked the wrong game)
[Verse 1]
Painted grin, penny eyes, I’m a cracked doll
Step into my yard, see the chalk where the hands fall
Every bar a bear trap, snap on your weak jaw
You’re a joke in a jack-in-the-box, I’m the jigsaw
Battle mode, rabid dog, blood on the seesaw
You came for a cypher, got dragged to a meat drawer
Underground attic, dust in the deep crawl
Name in the wall, scratched in with a broken claw
You spit memes, I spit nightmares
You spit schemes, I split right hairs
Razor tongue, taste rust, feel the bite there
I turn playtime into pray-time, don’t fight fair
[Chorus]
Welcome to the toybox guillotine (heads up)
Every little clown get cut in the seams (what’s up?)
Pull that string, hear the nightmare sing
Bounce to the sound while your halo swings
Toybox, toybox, circle in chalk
One wrong word and the dolls start to talk (hey!)
You ain’t built for this horror scene
Get boxed, get dropped
Toybox guillotine
[Verse 2]
Carousel spin, that’s your last round
Horse off the pole, now it hunts through the background
You’re light work, side quest, background
I’m boss fight, black crown, laugh loud
Tongue like a rusty spring, I snap back
Every punch packed, you collapse where you stand at
Static in the hallway, buzz in the sandtrap
I write spells in the dust, you just hashtag
You hear squeaks in the crawlspace, that’s my fanbase
Painted up, fanged up, waiting on your bland takes
You want smoke? I’m a house full of gas leaks
One small spark, now you scream when the floor creaks
Thick mud in my veins, deep flow, keep low
Chains drag slow where the cold winds blow
Underground show in a locked shed window
Glow in the dark eyes saying, “Time to go”
[Chorus]
Welcome to the toybox guillotine (heads up)
Every little clown get cut in the seams (slice!)
Pull that string, hear the nightmare sing
Bounce to the sound while your halo swings
Toybox, toybox, circle in chalk
One wrong word and the dolls start to talk
You ain’t built for this horror scene
Get boxed, get dropped
Toybox guillotine
[Bridge]
[record scratch flurries, warped laughter]
Ring around the corpse, pocket full of teeth
Ashes, ashes
You fall deep
Close that lid, hear the hinges scream
(shhh)
Now you’re part of the machine
[Chorus]
Welcome to the toybox guillotine (last call)
Every tough talk head roll down these walls
Pull that string, hear the nightmare sing
Bounce to the sound while your halo swings
Toybox, toybox, circle in chalk
One more verse and your heart might stop
You ain’t built for this horror scene
Get boxed, get dropped
Toybox guillotine

rap, Aggressive underground horrorcore banger: hardstyle kicks under chopped breakbeats, detuned dark synths and cartoonish horror SFX (squeaky toys, creaking swings, evil laughter). Male vocals, dense rhyme schemes and battle punchlines, turntable cuts on hook phrases. Verses ride a deep, locked-in pocket; choruses explode with gang shouts, bounce energy, and eerie ambient pads swelling in the background., freestyle, hardstyle, noise, bounce, deep flow, hardcore, underground rap, tone, turntablism, horrorcore, dark ambient, breakbeat