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EVILLAIRE - TRAPHOUSE (PROD. SCREWMANEFLAME)

Lyrics: 


Smoke shop shorty wanna roll up sum weed

U niggas need sum money if you rolling wit me

I came from the bottom wit the holes in my jeans

I make the block hot like it’s 80 degrees 

And U can’t catch me lacking in my 350z



Verse 1



And don’t play with me

The money that I’m making

Would make u look like sheep

I make a 100 bands nigga all in one week

My bitch was broken hearted

Reciting  lil peep

Shoutout my nigga Starr

N shoutout the team 

Money wat im making 

U can tell by my T 

M4 Bmw catch me leaving the scene 




Smoke shop shorty wanna roll up sum weed

U niggas need sum money if you rolling wit me

I came from the bottom wit the holes in my jeans

I make the block hot like it’s 80 degrees 

And U can’t catch me lacking in my 350z

350z (EVILST4RR)

Deucemane-Dis dat

NEWSENSE-ESTARR prod.KRONE

4LeafClover (Deucemane)

COULD YOU SEE THE WAR ANGELS? PROD.J3TSKR3VM :HOSTED BY DJ LAFLAIRE: #BGM

Hey everyone,

so we put together this experimental album, kinda in the Black Metal / Melodic Black Metal zone—however you wanna see it. It’s got a bunch of philosophical vibes thrown in, ‘cause, why not? We actually made this whole thing during the pandemic, ‘cause, well… we had a ton of time to just mess around and experiment.

It’s raw, it’s weird, it’s us.


Om Krim Kali Ma

[Intro - 0:00 to 0:18] Glass bulb explodes on steel-sharp, brittle shards clink like bones. Slow heartbeat thump (80 BPM). Bus door hisses open. Whisper, layered: Du bist mein... du bist mein... (you are mine) in German, looping, pitched low like a drunk memory. [Verse 1 - 0:18 to 1:10] Bus ride. Two thousand miles. I sat there, gut empty, head full of her voice. Three days in Oregon-she poured vodka, smiled like a gift. Then the hand. The first slap. Sound like wet meat on tile. I didn't move. Couldn't. Not yet. Sold me that night. Room smelled like bleach and sweat. Inside her? Dead. Numb. High. Heroin in my vein, her nails in my neck-same burn, same blank. Wanted to die but body said no. Someone else kept breathing for me. [Pre-Chorus - 1:10 to 1:25] She called me doll. Held me like broken china-arms locked, smile cracked. I said yes because no was a gun. I said love you because hate was blood on the floor. [Chorus - 1:25 to 1:55] Puppet, puppet-strings in your teeth, Move for me, bleed for me, breathe for me, High enough to forget my name, Low enough to feel every chain. Puppet, puppet-cut me loose, But the cut's the proof: I was used. (Hook starts here-addictive loop) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (stutter-glitch echo) [Verse 2 - 1:55 to 2:40] She hit because she could. I stayed because I learned: Safe looks like pain. Love looks like fists. Every thrust-needle in my spine, Every bruise-map of where I broke. She sold me like stock. They paid. I didn't. I counted cracks in the ceiling like stars. Said one more to the spoon, to her mouth, to the mirror- Anything to not feel the doll's empty eyes staring back. [Bridge - 2:40 to 3:10] (60 BPM stutter) Child whisper: Du bist mein... (you are mine...) Glass shatters again-loud, close. Her voice: You're nothing without me. My voice? Silent. Five says: run. Odium says: kill. Alice says: please. I said: pass the needle. [Final Chorus - 3:10 to 3:40] Puppet, puppet-no more strings, Snip 'em clean, watch me swing. High enough to float, low enough to fall- But I won't beg. Won't crawl. Puppet, puppet-cut me free, The doll's awake-he sees me. (Hook repeats-addictive, louder, glitch heavier) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (echo fades, but last word lingers: free) [Outro - 3:40 to 4:00] Silence. Then-one final glass shatter, distant. Heartbeat stops. Breath. You're not a doll. You're done.