Phonk alphabet, let the beat go on. Y'all soft-ass marks, mane, y'all crew ain't worth the dirt Test me once, hoe, and I'll bury you in hurt Stomp your ribs to dust, fatality style, devour you like fast-food trash Knuckles cracked and drippin', your mug swells purple-black in a flash Keep flappin' that trap, watch me rise from the shadows deep Strap drawn quick, let it bark once, twice—three if your soul's what I reap Dump the mag, slap another in, spray your eyes with the mace burn Flip your guts inside out, stay indoors or feel the inferno turn Sawed-off fresh from the plug, I'm prowlin' tonight for the take Wonderin' my fate in the haze—rob, sling, erase every fake Waters you swim so filthy, only death makes it crystal clear Dead by dawn in my grip, play sweet while the end draws near Meat hook swingin' with the chainsaw scream, pump blast peels your grill clean Trippin' balls on the powder rush, leave you leakin' on the concrete scene Human hide scarecrow standin' tall in the backwoods mist Snortin' lines while she craves the wood, pour the lean down my abyss Bathroom turned stash vault, bricks in the shadows concealed Trap life eternal, mane—bleed or get peeled This one's a backwoods fatality flex—brutal stomps, chainsaw rituals, and trap haunt vibes—with that unrelenting horrorcore menace. Over warped 808s and distant chainsaw revs. Want a hook add, posse verse,z or next fatality? Let it bleed! You slut
