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These are seven beats I've put together over time. No grand plan, just a collection of sounds I've wanted to share.

Everything is produced by me. Nothing is perfect, but everything is made with thought and love.

Peace, Love, Unity and Having fun

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MART X ZETI — BOYYS 🎶
Pre-release single from the upcoming album X-RAY 💽
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Cover & animation by @mart_mx_

MART x ZETI — BOYYS [X-RAY album]

Drip… drip…
Sugar in the blood, bones in the crib…
Lil’ crumbs in the woods, come and take a sip…
Yeah… she don’t bake no cookies, she bake kids.

[Verse 1]
Two dumb fucks on a hunger trip,
Followin’ smoke where the night gets thick.
House made of lies, with a grin that sticks,
She said, “Come on in, lil’ bitch — pick a brick.”

Floorboards hummin’, shadows twitchin’,
Ovens breathin’ like somethin’s missin’.
“Sit tight,” she said, “while I grind my spice,”
Blood on her hands, that’s the price of vice.

Got a pot on boil, got a chant in Latin,
Eyes rolled back, yeah, that spell still slappin’.
“Gretel, don’t cry, it just adds taste —
Y’all thought life sweet? Now it’s fuckin’ waste.”

[Hook – hazy, opium cadence]
Welcome to the feast, baby, take your seat,
Crumble like a cookie when you taste defeat.
You can’t run now, the woods too deep,
The witch don’t sleep, she just eats in peace.

Yeah… feast. Feast.
Echoes in the trees when your heartbeat cease.
Yeah… feast. Feast.
Drip that glaze, let the nightmare breathe.

[Verse 2]
Hansel tried runnin’, but the woods said “nah,”
Roots round his throat like a cursed brahmin’s law.
She hums that tune, same devilish tone,
“Lil’ boy brave? Bet he taste full-grown.”

Cauldron chrome, stirrin’ skin and sin,
Teeth on the counter, grin on grin.
Candied hearts, marzipan eyes,
Kids don’t dream — they get baked alive.

I’m that witch with the sick-ass flair,
Got skulls in my hair and smoke in the air.
No bedtime tale, no prince gon’ save,
Just bones for the broth and blood to crave.

[Bridge – low, echoing vocal]
Ash to ash, bitch, bite that crumb,
Forest hums when the night gets numb.
Fairytales dead, I rewrite ‘em slick —
End with a scream, not a goddamn kiss.

[Hook – final reprise]
Welcome to the feast, baby, take your seat,
Crumble like a cookie when you taste defeat.
You can’t run now, the woods too deep,
The witch don’t sleep, she just eats in peace.

Feast… feast…
Drip that glaze, let the nightmare breathe.
Feast… feast…
The witch stay grinnin’ while the children bleed.

UP UP UP!

𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑻

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