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lieka 4kcj & quanemo-potential (quanemo bbuggin) [mixed by hotty] #noephort

i wish for a lavish living

bitch im with smokeout

now (prod Rico Yyiwinny) #reversecore

{2K25} DIRTY {PROD. KUSTOMIZE X SLAIN}

2 SCRIPTS prod jshxwty #HOODWINKMIXX

fuck em Prod me

conjjur8⛧ ⛧vampire II #642

Genjutsu

btch i goin up, bit im slidin
btch i dont give fuk bit im mf flyin
every night fam  end up cryin

wit her takin pictures of her on my camera
double cup, dis ain wock dis koolaid jammers
my girl bubbly she just like Panda
678 shid we n atl
snortin off my phone watchin hannah montana
walked in crib w a mask n a blammer
i mixed up the pills wit a fanta
im not finna talk, it do not matter

ya im n da clouds
im not w yall fam yall way too loud
i dont take life for granted, im proud
you gota keep yo head up lil boy we dont pout

Panda (pblaz3up)

(Genre: Industrial gothcore fused with post-darkwave, suicidecore, glitchcore, voidcore—creepy, decaying, apocalyptic Nazi-Holocaust death march vibe, Production: Starts at 80 BPM intro crawl-slow funeral drag with worm-eaten flesh steam and WWII reel flicker pitched low, gas chamber whispers hissing abuse echoes; snaps to 110 BPM march for verses with snare bone snaps, kick coffin slams, sub-bass tar lungs breathing ragged, Slows to 90 BPM bridge crawl with distorted bass writhing worms, Vocals: Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb for chorus, monotone rap-growl for verses calm counting pills numb detachment dread building, Effects: Glitch drops fracture into void silence, chrome wire hair scraping venom drip delays, insect skittering on plates, chain rattles bound lust, unholy defecation drips, flesh-ripping tears intercut with psychotic grin echoes and vomiting gurgles fading to hollow holocaust wind, )
[0:20-1:00] Verse 1
(Monotone rap-growl calm counting pills: Snare bone snaps march rhythm snapping spines, kick coffin slams heavy gas doors, sub-bass tar lungs wheezing—dread skin crawl glitches, creepy whispers "look... mirror...", flesh-ripping tears mid-line spooky apocalypse, sinister insect skitter intercut unholy drips.)
Look in the mirror and see who you are,
We are you helping you survive,
Can't trust the world we help you let go,
Burying the pain in amnesic memories.
You don't remember but we know all you hide,
Ten years passes with no memories of what I did,
15-17 nineteen to twenty nine years blank space no time no place no face.
[1:00-1:20] Chorus
(Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb: Glitch drops shatter chrome wire scrape tension, venom drip delays pool vomiting gurgles, dramatic screams warp evil 3D—echoing "walking... empty..." layers violent scary post-metal riffs, lingering torment void silence bursts psychotic grin echoes.)
Walking in a empty space I called my home,
A world inside while I ran on autopilot...
High out within my mind I hide from life breaking out in clips,
Frames chips of film play by smell tastes touch a panic rush...
This is the end of everything... (glitch drop void silence, bone snap resume, hollow holocaust wind howls)
[1:20-2:00] Verse 2
(Growl intensifies sinister: March verse snare bone snaps nightmare rhythm, kick coffin slams cyanide stabs, sub-bass tar lungs, chrome wire scrape glitches mid-line—chain rattles bound lust clank, unholy defecation drips spooky dystopian, haunting whispers intercut evil post-metal sprawl.)
Full of dread and the feeling of death I'm running from,
29 I'm awake for a moment to move to the next place in life.
Got married started a life memories shaky but I manage to stay in the light,
Seeping out into my eye the breaks in time were I fought to survive.
PSTD blacked out till 31 evolved by 38 sitting in a room,
With four unknown until I'm told that's not normal people don't do that.
[2:00-2:20] Chorus
(Deep wail choking escalates evil: Chrome scrape builds violent tension, venom drip reverb metal taste drips louder, glitch drops spooky static—screams fade hollow holocaust wind echoes, alien distortion warps creepy unease, psychotic grins cackle.)
Walking in a empty space I called my home,
A world inside while I ran on autopilot...
High out within my mind I hide from life breaking out in clips,
Frames chips of film play by smell tastes touch a panic rush...
This is the end of everything... (venom drip echo trails off, insect skitter fades)
[2:20-2:40] Bridge
(Tempo slows 90 BPM creepy voidcore crawl: Flesh-ripping tears intensify WWII flicker low-pitch screams, gas chamber whispers chanting "we... do...", distorted bass writhing worms burrow—glitch drop dread peak, chrome wire scrape venomous, chain rattles lust bound eternal.)
We don't work that way we do though no one understands,


Autopilot

(ig: 1kustomize) dj kustomize #realrareclique #rrc
kreator of real rare clique