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Toll Keeper – Song Description (Trap x Brutalstep)

A brutal confessional forged in distortion and dread, “Toll Keeper” is a trap-brutalstep hybrid that rips open the gates of spiritual warfare. Cory Fletcher delivers venomous verses over glitch-scorched basslines, cinematic brass hits, and orchestral stabs that bleed like scripture.

This track isn’t just music—it’s a reckoning. Raised in violence, hardened in Valley Lake Boys Home, and baptized in chaos, Cory spits from the mouth of his past: a life of numb lust, jailhouse survival, and soul-deep scars. Every hook is a scream. Every drop is a descent.

⚠️ Warning: This isn’t for the faint of heart. “Toll Keeper” dives into the war between faith and flesh, redemption and ruin. It’s the sound of chains breaking, of demons clawing, of truth bleeding through the beat.

For fans of: $uicideboy$, Scarlxrd, Ghostemane, Excision, and anyone who finds salvation in distortion.

Lyrics:
You want passage? Then pay the toll. Blood, soul, or silence. Choose wrong—and burn whole.

I’m the breath at the gate, the debt in the dark, Ledger got claws, every entry leaves a mark. Torch in my grip, I tally the screams, Sin is the currency, lies buy dreams.

Steel jaw locked, no mercy, no grace, Cross my bridge, I erase your face. Ash for the fee, bones for the debt, You beg for light—I charge regret.

Toll Keeper! I don’t blink, I don’t sleep! Soul Reaper! I count sins, I dig deep! Gate Sealer! You want through? Then bleed! Hell’s Dealer! I’m the price you never see!

I don’t deal with angels, I spit in their choir, My throne’s built from vows that expired in fire. You think you’re chosen? I brand chosen ones, Chains of guilt, tongues that weigh a ton.

I’m the echo in judgment, pause in the prayer, Silence that answers when no gods care. I’m the toll, the tax, the final breath, The whisper that walks you into death.

No coin? No plea? Then scream for me. I’ll carve your name in brimstone ink, And drag you down before you blink.

I brand the meek with martyr’s screams, Halos rust in my fever dreams. I lace the hymns with venom and dust, Crown the liars in sacred crust.

My altar’s built from broken oaths, Saints and sinners hang too close. I sip their guilt like communion wine, Then spit it back in a jagged line.

Toll Keeper! I don’t kneel, I don’t pray! Soul Reaper! I make saints decay! Gate Sealer! I choke light with flame! Hell’s Dealer! I baptize in shame!

I stitched the veil with betrayal’s thread, Every loop a promise the prophets fled. I dance on relics, grind holy bones, Laugh in tongues no priest condones.

My scripture’s etched in heretic cries, Gospel of rot where angels die. I twist redemption into a blade, And carve the faithful where they fade.

I’m the hymn that haunts the dying breath, The psalm that poisons grace with death. I wear the robes of fallen kings, Drag their crowns through rusted rings.

I toll the bell for the final rite, A dirge that swallows hope and light. You plead for mercy—I give you lore, Then slam the gate and ask for more.

Toll Keeper! I don’t bend, I don’t break! Soul Reaper! I feed on your ache! Gate Sealer! I drown truth in sin! Hell’s Dealer! I cash souls within!

I’m the last verse in your sacred book, The one they burned but still you took. I’m the echo in your final scream, The toll you pay to leave the dream.

No light, no path, no holy plea— Just me, the gate, and your final fee. So bleed your truth, and drop your name, I’ll brand your soul in ash and flame.

Toll Keeper! I don’t blink, I don’t sleep! Soul Reaper! I count sins, I dig deep! Gate Sealer! You want through? Then bleed! Hell’s Dealer! I’m the price you never see!

Toll Keeper

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Timestamps (for everybody getting confused)
@teebry: 00:00 - 1:36
@itslilfix: 1:36-2:48
@teebry: 2:48-3:16

Fix x @teebry - New Blade (Prod, Fiori)
Mixed & Mastered: @LeftHandLuck

Ay, yeah, ay, ay
Ay, yeah, hey
Yo I ain't playing around this year, yeah
Ain't nobody want the smoke
Yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Hey tell em I want all that shit though (Hey fuck you)
Ay

[Hook - Teebry]
New Blade, tight grip
Cold shade, ice wrist
New fame, tight bitch
No tan, white kid
Quick cash, fast whip
Cocaine, white fit
Rate R, no kids
No pain, four hits
Reload, new stick
She blows my dick
Dumb hoe, talk shit
Bang bang, full clip
I let it rip
My chain, it drip
My name, three six
New blade, tight grip

[Verse 1 - Teebry]
Bitch I been full of those drugs
You don't know what I been on
Bitch I might fuck on your mom
Tell that lil' bitch to be quiet or I might put a hole in her son
Ay Lil Fix, I know they talkin' but I don't hear none of that shit
Hoe got a body, got-damn-it she thicc
Her boyfriend a pussy, he look like a bitch
She swallow my kids
Ask him if he like the taste of my dick, oh shit
I'm still goin' stupid
All of you fucks in my way better move it
She heard me spit and she swallowed my kids
Ask him if he like the taste of my dick, oh shit
Uchiha Uchiha, still goin' stupid
All of you fucks in my way better move it
Bitch I don't wanna be homies, you blew it
All of that bullshit, I'm burning right through it
You need an army for me, don't be foolish
Madara Madara, watch how I do it
I know that he doesn't bang
I know a lot cos' I've been around
Tell your pussy ass home boy he should prolly put that lil' pistol down
I don't give fucks about none of this shit so fuck your whole gang and fuck your town
We just jacked your motherfuckin' whip
Your little senorita bought the keys around
(I'm done)

[Verse 2 - Lil Fix]
(Well it looks like Fix found his way back ahaha)
I am a God on this planet
You ain't on my level, you nothing, I'm spazzin'
Let out the cage, now these pussies, they runnin'
I'm killing this shit, watch me flow right from nothin'
I've been the reject now pussies don't say shit
They pay me for features, like fuck out my DM
You not gettin' nothin' from me
Why you move like a bitch? Watch me shake you like seizure
We are not nothing the same
I've been the one at the bottom with nothing like fuck, is you playin?
Treat me like homie, i'll slice you, i'm cunnin'
Just don't step too close, if I hit you i'm runnin'
You the one hatin' so fuck what you sellin'
We equal on nothing, I'll fuck what you're cuffin'
I'll take her and dick her, get left in the back and forgot like a creature
Like how is you fakin'?
I'll show you i'm evil like Wesker from Resident
Dick in that bitch, get a pack and I flip it
I'm thirsty for money, ski mask at a bank
Shoot at the the witness, he didn't see nothin'
Run up the plays like i'm cast in Titanic
I drown out your bitch, she gets left, it is frantic
You is like Jack, you get stuck in the cold
And i'm like the berg, yes I kill in the cold
Got you on ropes like it's bondage you bitch
I'm just a jit so you can't tell me shit
Hit with the blade like it's all or it's nothing
You get in my way, watch me bury your coffin
Most of you bitches like 20 with lines, I could sniff them right off of the table
Bitch I am pure, watch me kill like its Fentanyl
Shoot up your face like a fuckin' injection
I shut off your organs like antiemetic
Trippin' like acid, you fiend for some clout
Comin' from nothing so you throw me your doubt
Right over my head like I don't give a fuck
Send me to jail? Watch me stab up your corpse
You took the wrong path
Bitch you fresh out of luck
You cannot win, so you're mad, it must suck
I won't take an L so i'm grinding this hook (Ayy)

Lil Fix x TeeBry - New Blade | Prod. Fiori

Shnxman lyrics
I lit a match and the church fell

Everybody round me gonna to go to hell

I fucking hate humanity can't you fucking tell?

I love to hurt this vessel, it's my prison cell

I sparked a fuse that I can't stomp out

I asked to use now I need help

But I abuse cause this life is so boring

I wake up and smoke up before I stop snoring

Punch my way thru the front door

Make a name that they can't ignore

I analyze the eyes that stare at me

Thru a keyhole, they can't see everything

Cut my fingers tryna grab the bag

Don't need plasters, I just use your team's fallen flag

Wrap it up, wrap it up you won't get it back

This place is worthless I don't understand

I'm sick of rap and I'm sick of beats and I'm sick of life and I'm sick of me
I'm just sick as fuck
Put my body underneath a stethoscope
I wonder when I won't be scared too say goodbye and I fucking die
I disentegrate in my ribcage
My organs melt, pour out my veins

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Bitch im boutta prey i aint talking bout no god 
Why you staring at me odd 
Go n do ya fucking job 
Get a bomb and pass a lob fo a touchdown 
I aint talking wrists when im saying you get bust down 
Where the bad hussies who be askin to get fucked down 
Pop so deep what you scared of the gun sound ? 
Swear im always coming off an acid high
Got a battle cry 
Leave you terrified 
Why you looking in my eyes 
See ya did it to ya self 
Ima go and spead the wealth 
With the fam and a shelf 
Got the cards i been dealt 
Made my life a living hell 
Now im up here by myself 
Its the realest shit i felt 

3 tabs of the acid shit my body might just melt 
Shit my body might just melt 
3 tabs of the acid see my body might just melt 
Getting trippy off the shits see my body might just melt 


Word didnt leave me whith no manual 
Im tryna find the questions thats are solvable 
But keep on hitting obstacles 
Like people so unstoppable 
This life is way to comical 
I bottle up my problems its incredible
 It hasn't bursted yet from the pressure thats inclosed 
All these violent episodes that should never be told cuz you deem em so bold 
Others wont think its fucking true like that damn chipped tooth 
Itll stay to the death of you 
So who am i to be 
While you fuckers keep on judging me 
Im blaring with the heat while you try to keep it all discrete
I pull up on ya street with the motherfukin beef yo 
You dont wanna eat ? Well ya gotta pay the fee 
Well you gotta pay the fee 
And my demons come for free 
We be on a killing spree 
All these fucking bullets to ya nogging 
Phoney ass busters always thinking that they poppin 
Bitch i be waiting for ya heart to get to stopping 
Aye im on another level 
One beneath the devil 
Put the pedal to the medal 
Bitch im feeling existential 
I dont really need no bezel bitch id rather have a ruby 
Fit a couple bitches in a motherfukin 2 seat 
Watching all these hoes and how they bouta fucking use me 
Taking all these drugs until my body feeling woozy now who knew me 
Back before i was a blunt smoker heavy toker 
No im never ever sober 
You can ride with me but you might be getting fucked over 
See what happens when you keep on getting close 
AYE STAY AS FAR AS POSSIBLE 
AYE MY LIFE AINT OPTIMAL 
SO BITCH YOU KNOW I GOTTA GO 
NOT SUICIDAL JUST NEED A PLACE TO CHILL 
MAYBE POP A COUPLES PILLS 
FIND WHAT SHOWS ME UP THRILLS 
FUCK YA 2 CENTS IF AINT GOING TOWARDS MY FUCKING BILLS OR MY POCKET. 
LEAVE YOU BLASTING OFF TEAM ROCKET 
CHANGE MY WHOLE POSITION LIKE A SOCKET
GOT THAT GAT THE IM POPPIN ILL LEAVE YA BODY DROPIN 
PUT YOU IN A COFFIN IM SMOKING WAY TO CAUTIOUS
DEMONS FUCKING KNOCKING I BEEN A BUSY PROFIT 
IM SOMETHIN LIKE MOHAMMAD THESE BARS IM BUSY BOMBING 
FLYING LIKE A COMET YOU DO NOT FUCKING WANT IT 
 AND YOU DO NOT FUCKING WANT IT

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Mixed by @citr3s

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ends

LYRICS 

VERSE 1 [JUNIOR]
--------------------------
i serve you poison it’s easy to sleep
I serve an upper, hah watch how they geek
I am a predator preying on feinds 
you want a lick bitch I know where you sleep 
know where you sleep you a target on me
I’m in the window you see what I see 
head on your pillow I draw out a beam 
hand on my silver the silencer key 
shh 
shh 
silencer key, I make an action you die in your sleep 
shh
shh
silencer key, I make an action you die in your sleep 

boy come and find me in the night time 
if you wanna do it that’s a bad time
we can get it bustin under street lights
junior leave a body under street lights
(x2)

VERSE 2 [FURY]
------------------------
Nigga you ain't safe in the Crib 
My dawg said he know where you live 
Nigga fucc yo mama and the kids 
Cuh don't know a thing about remorse
We was barely kids off the porch 
--  
On Crip, I ain't ever go out like a bitch 
I ain't ever tell, I'm not a snitch 
Rats dead in a ditch  
And I can put that On the gang 
I don't give a fucc bout what you claim 
--
Ask him where he from, then them niggas go dumb 
Only If the answer that he give the wrong one
Baby .22, skinny nigga, small gun 
Might've lost a fade but you'll never see me run
-- 
My dawg had me hold the long nose 
I ain't shoot it though 
I was hitting liccs, selling gas, think my mama know 
She the one I got it from, I was always up to some 
Still hide a blammy, type to beat me if she found a gun 
--
Never caught a charge behind some foolish ass  street shit 
Guessing that's a blessing, cause I know too many felons 
Watching from the bench but you said I wouldn’t be shit 
Still not, stupid bitch, who you really telling? 
-- 
Fucc a bank account, my dawg still use a shoebox 
Know a couple niggas that'll swear that they phone hot 
Hope nobody home, we gon find out at the door knock 
Ever seen a nigga go out sad, on his own block? 
Man that shit crazy, my memory get hazy 
When pigs got some questions 
I don't know a damn thing
I don't even know my real first & last name
Fucc your favorite rapper, I'm the type to snatch his chain

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