"闇芝居 (Dark Theatre) Ft. Ghost Ryder" © 2025 Nu Idolz, Ghost Ryder https://suno.com/@nu_idolz Listen to Ai Music 24/7 -------> AIU.FM JOIN US ON DISCORD: https://discord.gg/aiufm it's time for divine retribution Bitch I'm a yokai — eyes gold, soul black, Whispers in the shrine say— Shoko's back. bars like a curse, grin like a blade, Turn haters into ghosts just watch them fade Cig in my mouth, sake in hand, Still got your name in my pentagram. Goddess? Nah—I'm the demon they dread, Cut ties, burn names, yeah the hate's well fed. Steps like thunder, now the death bell tolls, Drip so haunted, Imma steal your soul coming straight at cha with a demonic grin, You better pray for the light cuz I breathe sin. I don’t flirt—I hex Don’t touch—I vex a Curse on my lips, yeah spell in my flow, Try to match heat? You already a ghost. 闇芝居 闇芝居 闇芝居 闇芝居 (居, 居) 闇芝居 闇芝居 闇芝居 闇芝居 (居, ) I don’t do mercy—I do prophecy, Left you stuck in a smoke ring, obviously. Hexed my heart, now it don’t know trust, But my bars still gold—left you chokin’ in dust. I don’t do love, I do damage, Soft hearts die, so they call me savage. Cross me once, now your luck run dry, Name in my mouth? Better tell it goodbye. Clawed my way up from the cursed and damned— Now I spit like a priest with a gun in hand. Shrine full of bones, I walk cold feet, Buried myself ‘cause you couldn’t take heat. So light your candles, whisper that prayer— But I’m already behind you… Right. There. Boo. ..Ghost Ryder Pulled from the flame, mask low, blade drawn, Torii behind me, the veil is gone. Fox eyes gleam while I etch that curse, Talk slick once, get your soul reversed. Steps like a tengu, claws stay red, Shrine bell rings while I count your dead. Words like blades, yeah I tongue that steel, Yurei twitch when I spit what's real. Ghost in the smoke, but I ride through flame, Grip on death like I’m yanking its chain. Ink don’t fade, and my past don’t sleep, Name stay cursed but my blade cut deep. Ride through realms where the lost still scream, Drift through dreams with a soul unclean. Buried my name in a cursed haiku, Now I haunt these beats like I’m born to do. I don’t pray—I plot, Don’t kneel—I rot. A chill in my verse, got death in my stride, Try to match Ghost, ‘cuz we ‘bout to Ride. (what what what what what what) 闇芝居 闇芝居 闇芝居 闇芝居 (居, 居 居) 闇芝居 ( 闇芝居 闇芝居 闇芝居 (居, 居 居) Shoko and Rider Making ya see ghost...
