Track · May 13, 2026 · English

Room Nine

Lil_Dumbass

Duration

3:08

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

You want the truth?

I gave you the room.

Fluorescent buzz,

paper, stale perfume.

Your pen keeps moving,

mine keeps still.

You ask me why,

I don't say "will."

My hands stay flat,

my eyes stay low.

I learned young

how the wrong things grow.

You say "start there,"

so I start there.

One hard knock

and a broken stare.

[Pre-Chorus]

You lean in close,

I don't blink once.

Every word I got

comes out blunt.

You want a name?

I give you none.

You want the end?

It's already done.

[Chorus]

Room nine, room nine

I don't confess, I slide

Room nine, room nine

You hear it in my eyes

Room nine, room nine

I leave the facts on ice

Room nine, room nine

No prayers, no alibis

[Verse 2]

I keep my face

like a locked-up gate.

You read my pulse,

I read your weight.

That cheap red light

on your recorder blinked.

You thought I'd fold

in the time you think.

I said "maybe"

when you said "why."

I watched your jaw

and I watched you try.

You call it sickness,

I call it game.

One more question,

I stay the same.

[Pre-Chorus]

You want a crack,

you want a slip.

I let the silence

cut your grip.

You want my soul?

It's out of reach.

I talk in circles,

you talk in sheets.

[Chorus]

Room nine, room nine

I don't confess, I slide

Room nine, room nine

You hear it in my eyes

Room nine, room nine

I leave the facts on ice

Room nine, room nine

No prayers, no alibis

[Bridge]

Lights get hot,

the clock gets loud.

You push for the storm,

I wear the cloud.

One last look

at the file in your hand.

You want a monster?

I understand.

[Final Chorus]

Room nine, room nine

I don't confess, I slide

Room nine, room nine

You hear it in my eyes

Room nine, room nine

I leave the facts on ice

Room nine, room nine

No prayers, no alibis

Style

dark rap with tense boom-bap drumssparse minor-key piano stabsand a creeping half-time groove; verse rides close-mic low-end delivery with sharp internal rhymespre-chorus tightens into clipped call-and-responsechorus hits with a cold repeated hook and gang doubles. add tape-stop transitionsdistant siren swellsand reverse piano tails before each drop. mix is drygrittyand claustrophobicwith punchy drums and a narrowpressure-cooker centerrap

Prompt

A rap song from the perspective of a psychopathic serial killer confessing his murders to a police officer in gruesome detail

Credits

Prompt byLil_Dumbass

GeneratedMay 13, 2026

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