Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Mic smells like rust and fear Crowd hush One cough in the rear I crack my neck Smile crooked Say a prayer for whoever steps near (yeah) [Verse 1] Step in the circle Floorboards creak You can hear every heartbeat stutter when I speak Jaw click, teeth grit, slow blink, cold stare You rap about parties I rap like a cursed prayer Skinny little legend from the basement tomb Where the bulbs just buzz and the fungus blooms You flex for the ‘Gram I flex in a padded room Carving punchlines in the padded foam You wanted smoke? I’m the lung collapse You wanted jokes? I’m the tongue that snaps You wanted clout? I’m the live autopsy Cut your verse open Show ‘em fake props, sloppy (yeah) [Chorus] Blood on the turntables Brains on the bars You can keep your cute fables I’m pulling out scars You ain’t built for this graveyard You just play hard Say my name in this graveyard Get your faith carved Blood on the turntables Teeth in the groove Every scratch, every skip Make the room move You ain’t ready for the graveyard You just play hard Say my name in this graveyard Get your faith carved (uh) [Verse 2] I don’t do “bro” I do broken nose You do “big drip” I do crimson clothes You do TikTok, thirst traps, cheap captions I do zipped bag, chalk lines, clean captions You post sneak disses in a cute font I post in the alley where the rats eat lunch You spit “I’m lit” Then repeat that once I spit one line Make your whole clique flinch Skin pale blue Eyes like a bad trip Flow so sick Venue need a biohaz kit Every word hits like a bat to the back ribs Every ad-lib sound like a last wish (hey) [Chorus] Blood on the turntables Brains on the bars You can keep your cute fables I’m pulling out scars You ain’t built for this graveyard You just play hard Say my name in this graveyard Get your faith carved Blood on the turntables Teeth in the groove Every scratch, every skip Make the room move You ain’t ready for the graveyard You just play hard Say my name in this graveyard Get your faith carved [Bridge] [beat flips to half-time, low rumble, crowd murmur] Who want it? Name names, don’t stutter I’ll drag your whole style Through the rain, through the gutter Turn your mixtape dream to a crime scene shutter Flash, click Another weak rapper under (woo) [Chorus] Blood on the turntables Brains on the bars You can keep your cute fables I’m pulling out scars You ain’t built for this graveyard You just play hard Say my name in this graveyard Get your faith carved Blood on the turntables Teeth in the groove Every scratch, every skip Make the room move You ain’t ready for the graveyard You just play hard Say my name in this graveyard Get your faith carved (yeah)
Tags
rap, Male vocals. Murky horrorcore intro with distant sirens, vinyl crackle, and reversed hits, dropping into a compressed, distorted breakbeat with hardstyle kicks. Dark synth stabs and turntable cuts slice between bars; occasional blast-speed sections for speedcore energy. Hook opens with a half-time bounce, then snaps back double-time. Heavy use of creepy sound design and glitchy noise swells between lines, vocal upfront and snarling., bounce, tone, mashup, hardcore, speedcore, breakbeat, freestyle, horrorcore, turntablism, noise, hardstyle, dark ambient, underground rap
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
3/26/2026