Name: Laserburn Diary by Cristollo
Duration: 2 min 56 s
Description: Chronicling nights of blood, betrayal, and neon-lit vengeance. The protagonist navigates frozen streets with violence and precision, leaving trails of chaos and burnt bridges. Aggressive trap percussion and laser-like synths heighten tension and reflect obsession with survival and dominance.

Chronicling nights of blood, betrayal, and neon-lit vengeance. The protagonist navigates frozen streets with violence and precision, leaving trails of chaos and burnt bridges. Aggressive trap percussion and laser-like synths heighten tension and reflect obsession with survival and dominance.

Laserburn Diary

DEATH IN LUXURY. FUTURE PROOF. Forget the wood, forget the rot. "CHROME CASKET" is about dying in style and lasting forever. The production is sharp, metallic, and cold, mixing futuristic synths with a rapid-fire flow that cuts like a laser. We aren't just buried; we are installed. Reflecting the darkness back at you. Shine even six feet under.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit 


CHROME CASKET

PLATINUM TOMB. EXPENSIVE BURIAL. PRESERVED IN PRECIOUS METAL. This track is the anthem for the eternal flex. A high-tech, industrial trap banger that rejects the organic decay of traditional graves. With a flow as hard as titanium and a beat that sounds like hydraulics crushing bone, we set the standard for the afterlife. You rot in pine; we sleep in platinum. The difference is clear.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit 


PLATINUM TOMB

STEEL LIGATURE. THE JAGGED END. CONSTRICT AND SEVER. Forget the rope; we use rusted steel. This track is a masterclass in industrial horror, blending slow torture with high-speed aggression. The extended verse delivers a barrage of lyrical violence, mirroring the tightening of the ligature. Suffocation has never sounded this heavy. The pressure is building until the neck snaps.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit 

STEEL LIGATURE

CEREBRAL SCRAMBLE. MIND ERASED. SURGICAL REMOVAL OF THE SOUL. This track sounds like a mental breakdown under bright fluorescent lights. Featuring sounds of drills and flatlines, it pushes the boundaries of comfort. We are rewiring the system by force, removing fear and leaving nothing behind but a blank slate. Your memories are gone. Your personality is deleted. You are now property of the clinic.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit 


CEREBRAL SCRAMBLE

RODENTICIDE. PEST CONTROL. THE CURE FOR BETRAYAL. This track is specialized extermination. We don't use guns; we use chemistry. "RODENTICIDE" details the slow, painful exit of a traitor. With a flow that mimics the spread of a toxin through the veins—fast, burning, and fatal. We are cleaning the house. No rats allowed. The foam on your lips is your final statement.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit 


RODENTICIDE

JAGGED TEETH. FRICTION BURN. THE BUTCHER'S RHYTHM. This track is designed to shred. We combine high-speed industrial trap with the aesthetic of a rusty workshop. The lyrics focus on the damage caused by a dull, toothed blade—ripping rather than slicing. The beat is abrasive, the flow is relentless, and the outcome is gruesome. Don't expect a surgery; expect a massacre. We tear until it's done.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit

JAGGED TEETH

CEMENT ANCHORS. THE ONE-WAY DIVE. PERMANENT BALLAST. This track captures the terrifying physics of sinking. We combine heavy industrial trap with underwater sound design to create a suffocating experience. The weight is real, and the consequences are final. We don't leave loose ends; we leave heavy footprints on the ocean floor. Gravity is a bitch when your feet are stone. Don't hold your breath.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit 

CEMENT ANCHORS

CONTAGION ZONE. LEVEL 4 THREAT. TOTAL LOCKDOWN. This track is a biological weapon in audio form. We combine the urgency of emergency alarms with the crushing weight of industrial trap. The lyrics paint a picture of isolation, sickness, and inevitable decay. We are the carriers, and you are the host. Step across the yellow tape and accept the infection. There is no vaccine for this.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit

CONTAGION ZONE

TOMB DESECRATOR. THE VULTURE SQUAD. UNEARTHED AND STRIPPED. This track is pure violation. Abandoning all morality, we dig straight to the profit. With a sound that echoes from the crypt and a flow that moves like a thief in the night, we strip the corpses clean. Six feet down isn't deep enough to hide your wealth. We are coming for the rings, the chains, and the teeth.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit 


TOMB DESECRATOR

MOTORIZED SLAUGHTER. 10,000 RPM OF HATE. THE SOUND OF DISMEMBERMENT. We trade subtle beats for pure mechanical violence. This track smells like exhaust fumes and dried blood. With a relentless, high-speed delivery and a beat that roars like a dying engine, we cut through the silence. If you hear the motor start, it's already too late to run. The forest belongs to us.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit 

MOTORIZED SLAUGHTER

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Name's Cristollo, real to the bone, I rap for the lost, for those on their own.
No fake dreams, no glitter, no lies, Just truth on the beat, pain in disguise.
I spit what I live, no need to pretend, From struggle to money - I don't follow trends.
If you've been betrayed and still stand tall, This music's for you — I speak for us all.

Laserburn Diary

Cristollo

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