**Song Title Suggestion: "Dust & Rot" (Mama's Toll)**
**Genre/Style:** Trap Rock / Horrorcore Rap – Think Tech N9ne-style choppy multisyllabic flows mixed with dramatic, cinematic trap production. Dark, emotional delivery with raw vulnerability turning into aggressive energy.
### Beat Description (Trap Dramatic)
- **Tempo:** ~140-150 BPM (half-time feel for that heavy trap sway).
- **Core Elements:** Booming 808 bass that hits like thunder on the lows, rapid triplet/rolling hi-hats with pitch bends for tension, crisp snares/claps on 2 & 4 (with some ghost notes).
- **Dramatic Layer:** Haunting minor-key piano or eerie strings swelling in the chorus, distant vocal chops or reversed samples of "Mama" echoes, orchestral hits or brass stabs on emotional peaks, subtle industrial/rock guitar distortion under the verses for that rock-rap edge. Atmospheric pads and vinyl crackle for a gritty, mental-spiral vibe. Build-ups with rising tension before drops.
- **Production Tips:** Use tools like FL Studio or GarageBand with free trap kits. Add reverb/delay on vocals for a disoriented, "brain rot" effect. Auto-tune lightly on hooks for melodic trap feel, raw on verses.
### Full Song Structure & Lyrics
**[Intro – Spoken/slow, atmospheric, building hi-hats]**
*(Faint echo: Mama... Mama...)*
Yeah... dust in the wind...
Mind start to bend...
**[Chorus/Hook – Melodic, sing-rap delivery, dramatic strings swell]**
Mama, I know I loved you but
Like dust in the wind, can't hold on, no clutch
No way to keep a straight sight
When my mind starts to bend, lose the fight
I think about it often, but then—
Thoughts go to ticking, can't pretend
It's not okay to talk, they use it all against me
Brain starts to rot, can't you see?
*
Hill in my vision, stomach starts to roll
Mamas a good cook but it's taken its toll
Right left, can't figure which way to go
Twisted paths in my head, im overload
Memories haunting like ghosts in the smoke
Puppet strings pulling, DNA choke
Black and white spirals, BPD mode
From the trauma bat swings to the love overload
One and only mama now the silence is cold
Exhaustion setting in, stories untold
Ticking like a bomb, 'bout to explode
Mama, forgive me, no I don't have a bowl
Mama, I know I loved you but
Like dust in the wind, can't hold on, no clutch
No way to keep a straight sight
When my mind starts to bend, lose the fight
I think about it often, but then—
Thoughts go to ticking, can't pretend
It's not okay to talk, they use it all against me
Brain starts to rot—set me free!
Sick in the stomach every time it replay
The work that we put in, now it's fading away
Left in the trailer, but separate space,
Ashonedge
