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Lyrics
[Verse]
In the parlor where the needles buzz, the ink flows,
Mr. J sittin’, got clouds where the smoke blows.
Blunt stay lit, he’s the art maestro,
Why so serious? Smile lines like Van Gogh.
[Chorus]
Mr. J, Mr. J, ink and haze.
Tats on demand, he ain’t here to play.
Blades sharp wit, jokes cut, no sway.
Paint your life, leave a mark, pass the tray.
[Verse 2]
Eyes bloodshot, Mona Lisa vibe on skin,
Hollow laughs haunting, paint where sins begin.
Green buds burn while the pin pushes in,
Soul in the lines, demons chase, he grins.
[Bridge]
Why so serious? A tat is rebellion,
Stories scarred deep, man, that's his pavilion.
Puffin’ slow, watching faces full of millions,
Permanent reminders, truths worth stealin’.
[Chorus]
Mr. J, Mr. J, ink and haze.
Tats on demand, he ain’t here to play.
Blades sharp wit, jokes cut, no sway.
Paint your life, leave a mark, pass the tray.
[Verse 3]
Black ink spills, like venom on fangs,
Lungs pumped full of kush, soul in the gang.
Bulletproof mindset, mental boomerang,
Horror laughs echo, hear his words clang.
Details
GeneratedApr 15, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
southern drill, male vocals, hype, rap, horrorcore rap, drill, horrorcore
Credits
Prompt byMrJ
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A southern drill hype song about Mr J, being a tattoo artist and stoner with a why so serious mentality, always with a blunt in hand, male, male vocals, male voice, horrorcore rap
