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Buzzsaw choir, blood on the strings
Welcome to the requiem—where the nightmare sings
I don’t rap—I rupture, split skulls with scripture
Masked in the mist, I’m the glitch in your fixture
You play horror on weekends, I live it in stereo
Every verse a vivisection, every beat a burial
Buzzsaw spinning, symphony of screams
I conduct chaos in your dopamine dreams
No gimmicks, no filters, no mainstream schemes
Just bone-snap percussion and gasoline themes
I’m the echo in the slaughterhouse, rhythm of the damned
You spit bars—I spit hexes, carved by hand
This ain’t cosplay rap, it’s a ritual chant
Where the mic’s a machete and the booth’s a bloodbath
Hear the choir of the condemned, harmonize with pain
Every note a razorblade, every rhyme insane
You wanted horrorcore? I gave you plague
Buzzsaw requiem—let the silence fade
Buzzsaw spinning, symphony of screams
I conduct chaos in your dopamine dreams
No gimmicks, no filters, no mainstream schemes
Just bone-snap percussion and gasoline themes
Curtains close with a chainsaw kiss
This is horrorcore—raw, uncut, abyss
