Basement Skulls

[Chorus]
Blood on my hands, can’t wash this off
Skulls in the basement, padlock on the door
Feds in the bushes, camera on the porch
Still no case, they just circle and talk
(yeah) I’m too cold, too real, too raw
Still no case, they just circle and talk
[Verse 1]
Boot prints stained in the hallway dust
Whole town silent, but they all trust us
“Nice kid, good smile,” that’s the cover I wear
Under that, I got a stare that’ll skin you bare
Black hoodie up, walk slow past tape
They don’t know I drew the map of this place
Names in a journal, numbers and dates
Every page like a grave that I already made
[Chorus]
Blood on my hands, can’t wash this off
Skulls in the basement, padlock on the door
Feds in the bushes, camera on the porch
Still no case, they just circle and talk
(yeah) I’m too cold, too real, too raw
Still no case, they just circle and talk
[Verse 2]
Unmarked car at the end of my street
Same two suits, same worn-out seats
They sip cheap coffee while I don’t sleep
Got plans in my head that are buried too deep
Mind like a maze with the lights cut out
You can run in the dark, I know every route
They whisper “monster” when they say my name
I just smirk, let ’em choke on the blame
[Chorus]
Blood on my hands, can’t wash this off
Skulls in the basement, padlock on the door
Feds in the bushes, camera on the porch
Still no case, they just circle and talk
(yeah) I’m too cold, too real, too raw
Still no case, they just circle and talk

rap, Sinister drill-leaning trap beat, sub-heavy bass, sharp hi-hats, and eerie bell stabs. Male vocals, close and menacing in the verses, opening into a chant-heavy hook with stacked gang vocals and subtle pitched-down ad-libs. Energy builds from tense, stalking intensity into explosive confidence on each chorus, with quick dropouts for a cappella lines that hit like punches.