[Sequence: Intro, Verse 1, Chorus, Verse 2, Horrorcore Breakdown, Verse 3, Chorus, Outro, System Crash] [Intro] (Distorted circus calliope music warps and glitters) (Heavy, dark glitch-hop beat drops in hard) (Sound of a scythe blade slicing through digital static) [Verse 1] [Aggressive Dark Rap] Juggalos! Juggalettes! Grimm Killah is about A shroud in the darkend night Out of sight fill them with fright Grimm has his scythe Swinging it cutting through the fabric of life Time stands still Come with Grimm Killah! [Chorus] [Anthemic Wicked Chant] "Juggalos!, Juggalettes!" "Come to the Void" "Come with me to the Otherside" We will never die! (Yeah, we will never die!) [Verse 2] [Glitched Cyber-Vocal] Cosmos darkened void Solid ground is no more Never found anywhere Now we're all nowhere Nowhere but the ultimate void Choirs sing no more Silence is our cause... Grimm Killah's matrix... [Horrorcore Breakdown] [Suno_Command: Wicked bassline solo, evil carnival laugh sample, chopping scratch effects, heavy algorithmic stutter] (Ha-ha-ha-ha! Grimm Killah!) [Verse 3] [Rapid Aggressive Delivery] Demon eyes rise through the silhouette of hallow dreams Horrified and tormented by the digital screams Fear holds you still, feels like you can't even move Soul is slipping out into the dark wicked groove From your body you once owned, now filled with devilish delight Out of mind, out of sight, Grimm Killah won the fight! [Chorus] [Anthemic Wicked Chant] "Juggalos!, Juggalettes!" "Come to the Void" "Come with me to the Otherside" We will never die! (We will never die!) [Outro] [Slowing down, heavily bitcrushed whisper] Time stands still... Cutting through the fabric... Grimm Killah... The otherside... Now~ Now~ [System Crash] (A loud blue-screen buzz cuts the audio completely dead) ayo so, regression pose, my impression? cold as fuck, like it ain't no fuckin chance procession that the current stay underground in expression shouts 2 madrox and monoxide for that concession here it go with the whoop whoop again, be certain those who think, and those who know ain't hurtin to distinguish themselves with any real force like they both be wearing the same uniform of course an expression of placid self satisfaction, the source of something or other but I'm getting off topic isn't the point to fuckin rock it like we rock tha dead hello I'm a collector and my item of choice is heads like I need yo head all up on my shelf and I need to get some head as well like straight brain neck and whatever else do tell thrice the bell rings, but why the fuck and hell is there, in the first place, a ringing fuckin bell? ask not for whom the bell tolls for the wind shall surely swell and hold the answers on the ephemera and past Gold like the math night Gold answer but I fast am told that the only answer is waiting at the end of my nose. the only answer is waiting at the end of my nose the only answer- the only answer- ans-a-ans-a-answer only only answer waiting at tha wai-wai-wait wait-wait-w-w-wait-wait waiting at tha end- at tha end- at-at-t-t-t-t-t tha end-d-d-d of my m-m-my-my-my ans-ans- answer wai-wait-waiting-ing-g n-n-nose there's only a few who could hope to handle the wicked mechanism of a vandal wit a mic, sighted to deface sonic space and fight to make sure that shit stay burning alight phoenix in immolation, no funeral rites like no pyres to set alight, set to incite some new spin right off the main stay frights they think that they can kill me, what's the spread, how tha fuck you gonna kill a zombie: already dead? greetz 2 yung snat, rest in power, I carefully tread through the miasma of progress and loss ahead trying only to get lost in the breadth of it all like dawg you got some stairs so I can go and fall up that stairway to something different on call? too tall an order, I say the hatchet is tha hors d'ouevres y'all straight servin up choppins in the very worst way like the opposition ain't prepared or rehearsed sike dawg don't you know it's all just a verse and the intent be something you don't observe directly, maybe alluded to at least correctly done how you gonna kill something already been done dead and concealed within the revenant sum? ah dawg I don't know I just keep it wicked with the glow of my mental mechanism when I flow through the collectivism in tow a hostage of what I think I know lost quick to the sinking show boat but a captain goes down even if hope does manage to float evidently suicide is far more proper and honorable; I request a better fuckin offer. yo so check it it's like you know that creature the motherfuckin grim reaper? well they call me the glib sower, beseecher of potentiality, correspondingly that chronic chiefer but no chief, sir; no authority for me to relieve myself of for sure no royalty only loyalty to my own broken sense of what I toil over, I seem that resolution of which words refuse to speak.
