[Intro] (spoken low over deep contrabass rumble, Marimba loop start, distant thunder cracks) 3:17 a.m. in the rust-belt ruins where the streetlights bleed Toughest men think they own the dark I own what comes after [Hook] (thunderous timpani hits) Hairs stand up when the Reaper draws near Ice-cold killers freeze, piss drips in fear No gun, no blade, just my shadow appear Turn the hardest heart to a child’s tear (YEAH) Remember as a kid, that shadow on the wall (uh huh) Heart stopped dead, couldn’t even call Now imagine it’s real — a demon in the black Breathin’ on your neck, no turnin’ back (YEAH) Surprise hits silent, fear slams like a truck Combo drops you quicker than any punch to the gut Feel it in your bones, deep rattle and crack Hardest men alive break and never come back [Verse 1] (menacing low delivery, contrabass drones) He’s the Butcher — six-foot-five, neck full of skulls tatted, just smoked three rivals in a warehouse hit Blood still wet on his boots, counting bricks of cash on a steel table, laughing like the devil’s his bitch AK laid out, gold Desert Eagle cocked, thinks nothing in this city can touch his throne of bone Door’s triple-locked, cameras dead, he’s alone in the glow of a single bulb swinging slow I slip through the window like smoke, no sound, no breath, just the chill that rides in with me He don’t hear shit till the air gets thick.. [Instrumental Interlude 1] (pure dread break: deep contrabass drones swelling into bone-rattling low notes, thunderous timpani rolls building slow, distant screams, shattered glass percussion tinkling under howling wind and rolling thunder — 14 seconds of pure atmospheric terror, no vocals) [Verse 2] (flow tightens, Marimba loop) His neck snaps up, eyes wide — that primal twitch, every hair on his arms and neck shoots straight Sweat beads instant on a forehead that never broke, not even when he burned families to their fate Voice cracks like a kid’s when he whispers “Who the fuck—” but the words die in his throat I step from the black, cloak dripping graveyard rain, mask empty as the graveyard scapegoat He reaches for the Eagle, hand shaking so bad the gun clatters across the table like a coward’s prayer Legs locked, balls shriveled, the Butcher of the Block reduced to a trembling bitch in one stare [Chorus] (full chaotic energy explodes, timpani, marimba lock in) Hairs stand up when the Reaper draws near Ice-cold killers freeze, piss drips in fear No gun, no blade, just my shadow appear Turn the hardest heart to a child’s tear (BITCH!) I don’t rush, I don’t speak, I just let it sink The smell of your terror sweeter than blood in the sink Toughest men beg when the end finally knocks Reaper don’t kill quick — I break the clock [Verse 3] (vicious flow, every syllable a hammer) He pisses down his designer jeans, crying snot and spit, “I got money, I got power, please—” I grab his wrist, snap it backward till the bone punches through skin like a spear through cheese He screams high and girly, the same throat that ordered kids drowned now squealing for mercy I slam his face into the cash pile, blood mixing with hundos', painting green with red, - unworthy Whisper soft in his ear while he thrashes: “You felt like a god when you pulled triggers on the weak” Now feel what the weak felt when the monster came for them in their sleep [Instrumental Interlude 2] (chaotic horror break: contrabass plunges into sub-sonic growls, timpani thunders like war drums gone mad, tortured howls, shattered glass rains harder mixed with thunder claps and wind screaming through broken windows — 14 seconds of pure violent atmosphere, no vocals) [Verse 4] (brutal close, flow turns savage) I peel his eyelids open with my thumbs so he can’t look away Carve slow circles around his nipples with a straight razor, skin curling off like gift wrap He pukes and shits himself at the same time, body betraying the legend he built I rip his tongue out through the hole I made in his cheek, let it dangle like a bloody tie Last thing the Butcher sees is my mask inches from his face while I crush his windpipe bare-handed Eyes bulge, veins pop, the toughest man alive dies pissing and crying like every other [echo] [Hook] (thunderous timpani hits) Hairs stand up when the Reaper draws near Ice-cold killers freeze, piss drips in fear No gun, no blade, just my shadow appear Turn the hardest heart to a child’s tear (YEAH) Remember as a kid, that shadow on the wall (uh huh) Heart stopped dead, couldn’t even call Now imagine it’s real — a demon in the black Breathin’ on your neck, no turnin’ back (YEAH) Surprise hits silent, fear slams like a truck Combo drops you quicker than any punch to the gut Feel it in your bones, deep rattle and crack Hardest men alive break and never come back [Outro] (beat fades to wind, low contrabass note) Another "legend" erased The city still sleeps But the monsters know The Reaper walks And when he comes… Even the fearless Feel their hairs stand up
