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[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
Details
GeneratedMay 13, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark rap with tense boom-bap drums, sparse minor-key piano stabs, and a creeping half-time groove; verse rides close-mic low-end delivery with sharp internal rhymes, pre-chorus tightens into clipped call-and-response, chorus hits with a cold repeated hook and gang doubles. Add tape-stop transitions, distant siren swells, and reverse piano tails before each drop. Mix is dry, gritty, and claustrophobic, with punchy drums and a narrow, pressure-cooker center, rap
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A rap song from the perspective of a psychopathic serial killer confessing his murders to a police officer in gruesome detail
