[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)