[Intro] Midnight Street so still One breath One kill (yeah) One death No deals [Verse 1] (creeping horrorcore trap, low fog synths and distant didgeridoo drones, menacing auto-tune whisper) Fog creepin’ up that cul-de-sac Hood low, my blade glowin’ in the pitch-black (blakity) I don’t text, don’t flex, don’t chit-chat Just leave a chalk line smear where you sit at Name scratched off on a rusted door I been watchin’ you scroll on the second floor I know every small secret you’re beggin’ for And I cuttin’ out hearts like a metaphor You pray to a god that you never knew While my shadow stretch long in the red of your room Step, step, step, and the floorboards croon You can taste cold iron, you can smell your doom I whisper in a voice that you swear is yours Every sin that you hid, every open sore I ain’t huntin’ no saints, I just even scores Make a mural out of monsters on the bedroom floor [Chorus] (gangsta chant energy explodes, booming 808s, eerie waterphone howls) My judgement, mask stay faceless (faceless) I don’t chase, I erase, leave cases vacant (dust) Think you bad, think you hard, think you cold and heartless I’m the ghost of the grave that gon’ mark the darkest My judgement, no time for repentance (HEY! YEAH!) Name in my book, that’s a death-row sentence Every evil in the room, I can smell that stench You the demon in my sights, now you meet that trench [CHANT] REAPER! REAPER! ERASE ‘EM! (YEAH!) [Verse 2] (darker flow, heavy bass drops, sinister whispers under the beat) I ain’t here for the kind, I’m here for the cruel For the bully with a grin, for the priest in the school For the man in the van and that bitch with the tool I’m the last dark lesson when you break every rule Tonight it’s a dealer in a pimpin' SUV Got a trunk full of pain for the young and the weak I’m sittin’ in the back, quiet, feelin’ that heat Hand twitch when I hear how the man gon’ eat “Little girl just thirteen, easy money” he laughs I see the old blood on his broken glass See the wrists that he tied, see the bones that he snapped Hear the cries that he fed to the dirt out back Car stop, door pop, then the world go numb Wire round his neck like a cold steel thumb I whisper in his ear, “this what monsters become” Every breath cut shorter till the beat go dumb [Chorus] (gangsta chant energy explodes, booming 808s, eerie waterphone howls) My judgement, mask stay faceless (faceless) I don’t chase, I erase, leave cases vacant (dust) Think you bad, think you hard, think you cold and heartless I’m the ghost of the grave that gon’ mark the darkest My judgement, no time for repentance (HEY! YEAH!) Name in my book, that’s a death-row sentence Every evil in the room, I can smell that stench You the demon in my sights, now you meet that trench [CHANT] REAPER! REAPER! ERASE ‘EM! (YEAH!) [Bridge] (beat strips to heartbeat kick + demonic growl pads + low didgeridoo rumble) I don’t pray for your soul, I just count your sins Each tooth in your grin where the story begins You the horror in the house, I’m the closing scene Fade to black, one cut, then a crimson screen (WOO!) [DEMONIC CHANT] COUNT THE SINS… FEED THE BLADE… [Verse 3] (crushing 808s, chainsaw synths ripping, full demonic rage — harder than anything before) I crash through the penthouse glass like judgment day Shattered shards rain while these devils pray First bodyguard lunges, I cut his arm from the socket Blood spray paint the walls like abstract profit Second one pulls steel, I bury my knife in his lung Hear the wet gurgle sing while his life come undone Third tries to crawl, I stomp his spine till it crack Vertebrae pop like fireworks, no comin’ back I ain’t rushin’ the kill, I let terror cook slow Make ‘em watch their empire bleed out on the marble glow Boss in the corner pissin’ through his ten-thousand suit I drag him by the hair, force him to taste his own crew “Remember the kids? The screams in the container?” I carve that question deep while his screams getainer No quick mercy shot, I peel his face like a mask Eyes wide in the mirror, watch his soul go black Empire of evil ends in my bare-hand slaughter I leave their heads on pikes for the next plotter [FINAL HYPE CHANT] REAPER! REAPER! BODIES DROP! (YEAH! YEAH! REAPER!) [Chorus] (gangsta chant energy explodes, booming 808s, eerie waterphone howls) My judgement, mask stay faceless (faceless) I don’t chase, I erase, leave cases vacant (dust) Think you bad, think you hard, think you cold and heartless I’m the ghost of the grave that gon’ mark the darkest My judgement, no time for repentance (HEY! YEAH!) Name in my book, that’s a death-row sentence Every evil in the room, I can smell that stench You the demon in my sights, now you meet that trench [CHANT] REAPER! REAPER! ERASE ‘EM! (YEAH!)
