(TrapMetal banger - 808s rattling like war drums, distorted 7-string chugs, pitched-down screams, glitchy hi-hats exploding into blast beats) [Intro - Screamed] I wear the blood crown, skull full of blades! Rip the vein open, watch the empire blaze! No mercy, no throne, just pain I embrace! TrapMetal savage—now your world gets erased! [Hook - Aggressive, half-sung/half-screamed] Blood crown! Blood crown! I’m the butcher in the trap, dragging bodies down! Fuck your fake love, fuck your clout chase, I blade the beat and leave the whole scene erased! Blood crown! Blood crown! Chainsaw flow, watch the metal eat your face! Intricate rage in these veins made of hate, Master of the massacre—seal your fucking fate! [Verse 1] I’m built from black smoke, shattered chrome bones, Trap house catacombs where the lost fucks moan. You postin’ peace signs, I’m postin’ headstones, Your career a gravestone overgrown with my throne. Multisyllabic murder—catastrophic, hypnotic, Demonic logic? Nah—pure toxic, apocalyptic. You a TikTok prop, I’m the glitch in the matrix, Rip your fabric, leave your atoms in stasis. Heart full of shrapnel, lungs full of sulfur, Every breath a bullet, every bar a pulverizer. I don’t rap, I collapse the structure of culture, Vulture culture—now I’m picking at your vulture. Intricate? Bitch I’m infinite, infinite intricate, Syllables splitting your cranium, leaving it intricate. You soft like mid-pack, I’m packed with C4, Detonate your setlist, leave the stage in uproar. Fuck fame, fuck friends, fuck the trend, fuck pretend, I’m the end of the sentence, period drenched in red. [Hook] Blood crown! Blood crown! I’m the butcher in the trap, dragging bodies down! Fuck your fake love, fuck your clout chase, I blade the beat and leave the whole scene erased! Blood crown! Blood crown! Chainsaw flow, watch the metal eat your face! Intricate rage in these veins made of hate, Master of the massacre—seal your fucking fate! [Verse 2] Step into the cipher, feel the temperature plummet, I’m the storm before the calm—calm gets gutted. Your favorite rapper’s a puppet, strings made of budget, I cut ‘em with double-edged couplets, leave ‘em gutless. Psychopathic patterns, alliteration assassin, Assassinate the average, turn the masses to ashes. You chasing validation, I’m validation’s assassin, Smash the mirror—now your reflection’s in fragments. I bleed on the beat till the snare starts screaming, 808s bleeding out, kick drum heart still beating. Master level menace, menace to every session, I’m the question mark at the end of your progression. You want streams? I want screams, real ones, not memes, I want necks snapped in the moshpit, broken dreams. TrapMetal warlord, sword forged in scorn, Every bar a guillotine—watch the heads get shorn. No fillers, just killers, no cap, all malice, I’m the virus in your hard drive, corrupting your palace. [Breakdown - Slow, crushing, guttural] BREAK! The fuck! Down! I am the pain you can’t mute, the truth you can’t route! Rip out your spine—wear it like a fucking crown! Blood! Crown! (blast beat frenzy kicks back in) [Final Hook - Even more unhinged] Blood crown! Blood crown! King of the void where the lost get found! I don’t chase the bag, I drag the bag through the flames, Burn the whole game down—remember my name! Blood crown! Blood crown! Master rhyme slaughter, no survivors allowed! When the trap hits the metal and the metal hits back, You’re already dead—fact. [Outro - Fading screams over distorted guitars] Blood… crown… I wear it forever… TrapMetal forever… Fuck everybody else.
