A pulse in a cage.
“Cage for You” drips with restrained longing, obsession, and the ache of intimacy turned prison.
Dark electro-pop meets seductive vocals and cinematic tension—this isn’t heartbreak. It’s possession.

Cage for You

A filthy, funny incel-core anthem from incels.is N Bojangles—car junkie, anime addict, and goonlord supreme. Feeding fetishes and foot worship collide in this deranged love song to loneliness and lust.

“Miss Shirley and I sho have fun dancin we do…”

Bojangles

A slow burn for the delusional.
Laced with sugar, dripping with venom — this is the anthem for every man who mistook silence for love.
Soft hands, cold heart. Whispered lies you told yourself.
Trap beats, pop melodies, and one brutal truth:

She was never yours.
You just made her up.

You Weren’t Chosen

ICE ICE Trump explores the blurred line between law enforcement and authoritarian theatrics - set against a backdrop oof raids, propaganda and power hungry ego. 

For fans of dark satire, political commentary, and weirdly catchy doomscrolling's soundtracks

ICE ICE Trump

A look into the twisted, depressed, unhinged, incel mind of Mortis who struggle to wake up, let alone leave the house.

It’s ovER ft Mortis

A cinematic dark trap piece built around a real spoken monologue and lyrics created from the real words words of a heroin addict.
The words were never written—just spoken, raw, and unfiltered. No performance, no agenda—just survival.
Vocals drift in and out like memory or thought fragments, stitched into slow, ambient trap textures with industrial decay.
This isn’t about glamor or tragedy. It’s just what’s left when there’s nothing left.
Cold. Measured. True.

Ode to Heroin FT The Enforcer

“White Horse Heroin” is a dark partly sung, partly spoken-word track built around a haunting poem reportedly found in the bag of a heroin addict. The poem itself has circulated for decades—raw, anonymous, and devastating.

Delivered in a gravelly voice over a minimal, cinematic trap beat, the piece captures the seductive destruction of addiction from the perspective of heroin itself. There’s no glamor here—just decay, delusion, and the cold truth of the white horse’s ride.

* Dedicated to The Enforcer

⚠️ Content warning: drug addiction, death

White Horse Heroin

Aussie parody track about the legendary rise (and chaotic downfall) of an eshay with nothing but a bummy, red TNs, and a half-dead vape.
Packed Pig Latin wisdom, and deep eshay philosophy from the food court to the train station.
This is the soundtrack to your cousin getting chased out of Westfield for tagging a bin.

Eshay Bruh

Sweet venom. Sad poetry. Savage satire.
I write in the spaces where shame meets seduction, where grief morphs into goonbait, where beauty and bitterness share a bed.
Some tracks are lullabies for lost boys. Others are traps for the ones who think they’re in control.
You’ll find humour, heartbreak, humiliation — often in the same breath.
If you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or look over your shoulder…
good. That means it’s working.

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