FED TO THE GATORS. THE BAYOU KNOWS. "SWAMP DRAG" takes you deep into the murky waters of the South. Blending the heavy, sludge-filled sound of Southern Gothic with aggressive Memphis Phonk. The track features sounds of the swamp, crushing bass, and a flow that snaps like a reptile's jaw. The mud is thick, the water is black, and you aren't coming back.
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SWAMP DRAG

ICE PICK IN THE EYE. SEVERING THE LINK. "LOBOTOMY" is a chilling track set in a sterile, mid-century operating room. The beat is cold and methodical, designed to convey the precise, brutal nature of the surgery. The key is the gradual application of a low-pass filter on the vocals and music, simulating the loss of cognitive function as the procedure progresses. The doctor promised peace. He delivered nothingness. All your thoughts are gone.

LOBOTOMY

WALLS OF BONE. THE PARIS MAZE. "CATACOMBS" is an extremely claustrophobic track that puts the listener deep underground. The beat is slow and booming, with heavy use of reverb to create the illusion of vast, echoing tunnels. The sound design centers on the fear of absolute darkness and the chilling reality of being surrounded by millions of human remains. Your light is dead. You are lost in the labyrinth of the forgotten. Listen for the steps.
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CATACOMBS

CHOP, CHOP, CHOP. THE COLD ROOM. "THE BUTCHER" is a slow, industrial track that locks the listener in a gruesome meat locker. The beat is heavy and deliberate, dominated by the unforgiving sound of the cleaver and the metallic echo of the freezer. The lyrics describe the impersonal horror of being processed like an animal, waiting for the final swing of the blade. You are the next item on the menu. There is no escaping the hook.
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THE BUTCHER

GOURMET GORE. THE TASTE OF FLESH. "CANNIBAL" is a track that marries brutal horror with cold sophistication. The beat features unsettling samples of smooth jazz corrupted by heavy, deliberate bass, setting the scene for a macabre dinner party. The lyrics detail the chilling moment of realization that the "gourmet" main course is human, and the host is enjoying the terror. Take a bite. Don't worry about the ingredients. Just the iron aftertaste.
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CANNIBAL

SALT IN THE WOUND. DRAGGED UNDER. "KEELHAUL" is a brutal track that simulates the notorious maritime torture. The beat is heavy and rhythmic, like the drag of a ship, with extreme sound design featuring saltwater suffocation and the abrasive slicing of barnacles on the skin. The lyrics detail the claustrophobic terror of being trapped beneath the hull, where every movement means more pain. The ocean is your executioner. The sea floor is your grave.
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KEELHAUL

HOLY WATER BURNS. DEMONIC HOST. "THE EXORCISM" is an intense, chaotic track that captures the brutal spiritual battle for the soul. The beat is aggressive, built on frantic rhythms and samples of ancient Latin chant. The lyrics feature a constant dual struggle between the possessed victim and the demon's guttural voice, all punctuated by the horrifying sound of sacred items causing physical pain. The body is the battlefield. The outcome is eternal.
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THE EXORCISM

VENOM IN THE BLOOD. THE COLD HISS. "SNAKE PIT" is an intense, claustrophobic track that captures the horror of being trapped in a pit of vipers. The beat is frantic and wet, dominated by the repulsive sound of snakes slithering and the sharp sting of multiple bites. The lyrics detail the rapid spread of neurotoxin, the paralysis, and the ultimate, quiet death in the dark. The fangs are the final judge. The venom is the sentence. Surrender to the cold blood.
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SNAKE PIT

NIGHT TERROR. LOCKED IN. THE VISITOR. This track captures the absolute vulnerability of the sleep state. The rhythm is slow and crushing, creating a claustrophobic sonic environment. It’s a psychological thriller set in your own bedroom. He is watching from the corner. Don't close your eyes.
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NIGHT TERROR

INSECT HOST. THE ORGANIC PRISON. SWARMING. This track captures the physical irritation and mental breakdown caused by internal infestation. The rhythm is fast and chaotic, lending a frantic energy to the horror. It’s a battle between consciousness and the new, hungry tenants. The colony needs fuel. Your life force is the honey.
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INSECT HOST

PREFRONTAL LOBE. THE CURE IS THE VOID. PERMANENT PEACE. This track captures the horror of mind control through crude surgical means. The rhythm is unforgiving and sharp, like the instruments themselves. It's a statement on compliance and the violent erasure of self. You will no longer fight. The struggle is over. Now be quiet.
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PREFRONTAL LOBE

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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.

SWAMP DRAG

Cristollo

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