DEVIL’S GHOSTWRITER

TITLE: "DEVIL’S GHOSTWRITER"

[Hook – Cold Verse]
Devil hit my line like “write me somethin’ sicker,”
I said “you ain’t seen pain ‘til you met my scripture.”
He got flames, I got scars, we ain’t built same fiber,
I’m the one he call when he need a new writer.

[Verse 1 – Cold Verse]
Devil slid in my inbox, “yo, I’m stuck on a verse,
Need a line so cold it make Heaven sound worse.”
I said “bet, but you soft, you just fire and brim,”
I got moms workin’ doubles ‘til the light go dim.

You got pitchfork memes, I got court dates, rent,
You got folklore, I got trauma that never got spent.
You tempt saints with sin, I’ve seen sin as a norm,
Kids play tag in a block where the shots transform.

You scary in a story, I’m scary in a fact,
You the thing they blame after, I’m the thing they act.
You burn souls on a grill, I watch souls just fade,
You got smoke, I got smog where the hope got flayed.

So I ghostwrite for the wicked when they run out of lies,
Turn they cute little threats to a look in my eyes.
He said “that’s too real,” I said “that’s my lane,”
You do Hell in a myth, I do Hell in the rain.

[Hook – Cold Verse]
Devil hit my line like “write me somethin’ sicker,”
I said “you ain’t seen pain ‘til you met my scripture.”
He got flames, I got scars, we ain’t built same fiber,
I’m the one he call when he need a new writer.

[Verse 2 – Cold Verse]
He sent drafts like, “I stole souls, broke oaths, made ‘em fall,”
I sent back: “that’s light, I’ve seen fathers miss calls.”
I’ve seen kids wait up for a ghost that they love,
Seen moms hug bottles more than they sons.

You got pitch-black caves, I got dim-lit halls,
Where depression pace circles and rewrite walls.
You brag sin, I brag scars that never got named,
You got demons in chains, I got friends in pain.

I told Devil, “You theatrical, you too loud, too bright,
Real evil wear a smile and a shirt that fit right.
It sit next to you in church, it say ‘family first,’
Then it crush what it love and pretend that it hurts.”

He said “damn, you cold,” I said “that’s the brand,”
I don’t need a brimstone throne, I got ink on my hand.
If he king of the pit, I’m the scribe in the smoke,
Turn your fears into bars ‘til the lie go broke.

He said “name your price,” I said “truth, that’s all,”
Keep your red throne, I’ve seen real hell in these halls.
I don’t sell souls, I just lease out pain,
Turn long nights into ink runnin’ straight through veins.

He said “name your price,” I said “truth, that’s all,”
Keep your red throne, I’ve seen real hell in these halls.
I don’t sell souls, I just lease out pain,
Turn long nights into ink runnin’ straight through veins

[Hook – Cold Verse]
Devil hit my line like “write me somethin’ sicker,”
I said “you ain’t seen pain ‘til you met my scripture.”
[Outro – Cold Verse]
So if Hell drop a track and it cut too deep,
Just know who held the pen while the beast fell asleep.
Cold Verse in the credits, name small in the fire,
Devil got heat…
but I’m still the ghostwriter.
COLD VERSE 

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