[INTRO] \n [LOW GROWL] \n (Industrial hum starts, deep sub-bass thumps) \n Buckets full of... buckets full of... \n (Distorted guitar chugging) \n [WHISPER] \n Joffy. Trophy. \n \n [VERSE 1] \n [FAST FLOW] \n Synchronize the rhythm with the schism of the prism, I'm a lyricist with visions and a clinical incision, precision in the mission while I'm stacking up the dividends, I'm living in the trenches with the vengeance of a thousand men. I'm climbing out the cavern with a pattern and a lantern, keeping balance like a Saturn while the bridge is being burned and I'm never gonna turn back to the dirt where I was birthed, I'm the king of the cursed, put the verse in a hearse. I’m a savage on the track, I’m the alpha in the pack, got the metal in the back and the static in the black. I don’t need a heart when the beat is heart-stopping, I don’t need a roof when the ceiling is dropping. [DROP GROWL] I’m the weight on the scale, I’m the wind in the sail, I’m the iron in the nail, I’m the end of the trail! \n \n [CHORUS] \n Buckets full of venom, dripping from the ceiling \n Joffytrophy mindset, I don't catch a feeling \n Heavyweight, heavy state, crushing every fate \n Open up the gates, yeah, it's never too late! \n Buckets full of acid, burning through the floor \n Give me everything and then I'm coming back for more \n [SCREAM] \n BLOOD ON THE TROPHY! \n GOLD IN THE BUCKET! \n IF YOU WANT THE SMOKE, YEAH, YOU KNOW WHERE TO STUCK IT! \n \n [VERSE 2] \n [FAST FLOW] \n Static-induced, getting loose with the noose, I’m a cinematic menace with a chemical excuse. I’m the poltergeist, cold as ice, rolling dice, paid the price, never twice, look at the advice from the ghost in the machine. I’m a predator, a creditor, a metabolic editor, I’m better than the regular, I’m shredding every competitor. Internal rhyme scheme, living in a pipe dream, screaming at the lightning, man, the vibe is frightening. I’m a nu-metal monster with a trap-house soul, I’m out of control, I’m digging a hole for the souls of the weak who don’t dare to speak when the pressure is peak and the future is bleak! [GUTTURAL] SHRED THE WEAK! \n \n [VERSE 3] \n [RAP STYLE] \n Look, I came from the basement, now I want the pavement, looking for a placement, fuck an underpayment. I’m the CEO of chaos, I’m the titan of the rain, I got tungsten in my marrow and it’s running through my veins. Every syllable is physical, the lyrical is biblical, the cynical are clinical, I’m sitting on the pinnacle. I’m the Joffy in the shadow, I’m the arrow in the battle, I’m the rattle in the cage, I’m the actor on the stage. Aggression is my fuel, obsession is my tool, I’m the exception to the rule, I’m the monster in the pool. [FAST FLOW] Catching the cadence, I'm breaking the silence, I'm making the violence a form of the science, I'm forming alliance with spirits of defiance! \n \n [BRIDGE] \n [WHISPER] \n The buckets are full. \n The venom is cold. \n The trophy is waiting. \n The soul has been sold. \n (Build up with heavy double-bass drumming) \n [SCREAM] \n I AM THE ANTIDOTE! \n I AM THE ANTHEM! \n I AM THE ONE WHO HOLDS THE PHANTOM! \n BREAK! \n \n [VERSE 4] \n [AGGRESSIVE RAP] \n Grind for the glory, the end of the story, the scene is too gory, I'm feeling like Cory when he puts on the mask. I'm up to the task, I'm drinking the flask, I'm living the life that you never could ask. Industrial gears, I'm shedding no tears, I'm conquering fears for thousands of years. The bass is the hammer, the flow is the slammer, I'm breaking the grammar, I'm causing a clamor. [GUTTURAL] UGH! Joffytrophy legacy, energy, synergy, killing every enemy with total serenity. I'm the black hole sun, I'm the smoking gun, I'm the only one when the battle is done! \n \n [CHORUS] \n Buckets full of venom, dripping from the ceiling \n Joffytrophy mindset, I don't catch a feeling \n Heavyweight, heavy state, crushing every fate \n Open up the gates, yeah, it's never too late! \n Buckets full of acid, burning through the floor \n Give me everything and then I'm coming back for more \n [SCREAM] \n BLOOD ON THE TROPHY! \n GOLD IN THE BUCKET! \n IF YOU WANT THE SMOKE, YEAH, YOU KNOW WHERE TO STUCK IT! \n \n [OUTRO] \n [LOW GROWL] \n Buckets full of... everything you want. \n Buckets full of... everything you hate. \n Joffy. \n (Heavy distorted feedback) \n [WHISPER] \n It’s all mine. \n [FAST GIBBERISH/SCRATCHING] \n (Sudden silence)
