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Trap Metal Pack 3; aggressive rap / screamo / trap / deathcore / metal / grime / rage

Trap Metal Pack 3

DIGITAL POLLUTION

Single 1 from upcoming album 'imploder'

prod @nimbustwokay & me
mixed by me

LYRICS

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like dru-
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

leave him red like he rudolf
Bonk him in the head till he lookin like a doodle      
I cant slice thru cuz the fuck blade too dull
had to fit him in a 2 door
Its hate venom in me cuz these snakes tryna grip on

Now try to push a word out you gon eat both boots
Bitch rappers put more shit out than their
booty holes spew
Let that thing dangle
Pull the lead out , toasted dude
then at night turn a bitch into a toaster strudel

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like dru-
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

*self imploded trash*

driving my head in the wall
i got a creek in the torso
and it’s flowing a hate of its own

I see red, all i see is red
everywhere I go
only red around me, i’m seeing red
all i see is red

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like druggin her lemonade
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

plenty perkys plus she pop em like they mint
swear to god that pussy bubble gum she pop that sugar pink
case beater, gucci mane, depp johnny
no game lobby but he left red dead bloody

from the dreads to the bed head they already know me
bread chubby, checks by the ten copies
i see red
i see red

I See Red

Digital Pollution is the residue of years of work, the grind crystallized, the fragments that survived the purge. Tracks born, tracks erased, echoes of everything that didn’t stick. Sharp. Fractured. Persistent. Noise pressed into form. Something coherent, if coherence is a lie you choose to believe.

What emerged was never one album, but two gestating forms. One punk, raw and serrated, teeth bared to the sky; one rap, fluid, fractured, a pulse looping through circuits of thought.

The vision, unstable and electric, suddenly became for us the violent algebra of collision: two sonic organisms smashed together, fused, fractured, reborn. This is not a merger, not a compromise, it is experiment, collision, entropy harnessed, a cross-species mutation of noise and rhythm. Punk bleeds into rap, rap gnaws at punk, everything oscillating, folding, snapping back on itself, a feedback loop of aggression, cadence, and pulse. The album is the experiment made manifest, a collision zone you inhabit, ride, survive.

The end result? It’s a Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater soundtrack compressed into one album. Energy ricochets, corners clipped, rails smashed, crashes into walls of sound, collisions of adrenaline and distortion. Unpredictable, alive, chaotic but curated, somehow. You ride it. It rides you.

The architecture is ritualistic. It begins in rap, erupts into rock, then spirals everywhere in between, oscillating, fracturing, bending, folding back on itself. Sub-songs sample one another, trap metal siphoning the pulse of hardcore punk, bending it, twisting it, rebirthing it. Punk collides with metal, hip-hop stretches beyond its limbs, everything bleeding into everything else. A spectrum, a feedback loop, a glitch in continuity that refuses to settle.

Digital Pollution comes straight from the crippled mind of Bruxism, who shapes the lyrics, sculpts the production, orchestrates the chaos of everything else, and SK3RED, whose crushing guitar riffs and ferocious bass lines carve structure from noise, pulse through distortion, and give the chaos a spine. The music surges and fractures, bending punk aggression into new forms, threading a needle of raw voltage through the sonic whirlwind.

Bruxism’s lyrics gnaw at decay, map the brain rot, and fold political unease into rhythm and rhyme, guiding the listener through the hollow, recycled landscapes of the digital wasteland. The distorted rhythms combined with the high speed vocals coforges a feedback loop of sound and thought, chaos and structure, pulse and decay, an organism that is only one thing. Digital Pollution.

Digital Pollution swims through the cesspool. It's not afraid to get dirty. Observe the ever present culture-war through the hollow, recycled landscape of the Internet. Every post, every meme, every echo of thought devoured and reborn hollow. Beneath it, unrest simmers. not a rallying cry, but a reflection of systems crumbling while you scroll, the undertones pulsing between nihilism and faint resistance. The decay is tangible. You ride it. You feel it. But now, as you listen to what we have created, you will come to understand.

Digital Pollution exists online now. Noise, clarity, fragments, collisions, pulses, loops. Immerse. Let it grind. Let it linger. Let it gnaw at the edges of your mind. 
credits
releases September 30, 2025

Digital Pollution (Intro)

Hanging out the window screaming 666,
Shit I'm doing got me 86'd itch itch itch,
Lick the dirt up off a brick, and make a dish dish dish,
Walk a mile but I only move an inch inch inch,
He was talking sorta normal then he switch switch switched up,
Covered in makeup,
'Cuz you got new bruises every time that you wake up,
The fuck is he talking about? You think we should say something?

Feeling like I'm playing fast and loosely with the truth,
Always showing up with nothing always leaving with the loot,
My regressive algorithmic model training how to lose,
Every iteration further from a total static view,

So confused, let me sit you down and share my views,
I'm opposed to making sense and I spread fake news,

In every argument we have I'll disagree with you,
And if you piss me off, I'mma spread a rumor about you,

So put a smile on, keep it strong, treat me like a cop on a ride along,
Do no wrong, sing the song dummy keep the blinders on,
Stand on the train tracks, or jump in the road,
'Cuz it'd be quicker than if I'm gonna have come for your throat,

It's such a thing to behold, uphold, an oath so devote,
To never saying what I mean and only speaking in code,

I'm certified as a demon, got a diploma from hell,
And now they sent me up here with some opinions to sell,

So I'll just market it well, slap a few words on the track,
And make enough to pay the ferryman to row my way back,
It's better than the hard liquor and the panic attacks,
Cuz all these Death Cult aesthetics are not congruent with facts no more...

If Our World Ends Tonight, Tell Them I Was Dressed For It

We can talk about it or just get a little crunk
Bet she really like to twerk to caricoca funk
You so silly make em dizzy like Sicilian drunks
She likes fifty cent, I feel like a million bucks
Wait, what why?

Where and how and who again, reptilian
Hooligan, running up her leg like this is Gulliver's
Gullible, floated right up straight into the ceiling yeah yeah
Gave her something that can make her talk to demons
Yeah yeah

Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Let her die slow cuz she kinda beautiful
Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Chop chop (spit sound) that's my ritual

She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you bink you might never even miss her
She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

What's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play to my crescendo
Can you please try to keep up with the tempo
Her body a temple I worship the devil

Who's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play me my crescendo
Can you please keep up with the tempo?
Kept a little bit of her as a memento

We can talk about it or just get a little drunk
Look away for just a second and she end up in a trunk
If the glove don't fit they'll acquit me on the spot
You think someone who would do this is afraid to get caught?
Wait what why?
Tried the call the numbers back all fake
Couple bags fertilizer make em all quake
Whole lobby blown apart left em all saint's
Daddy's in a body bag left em red paint

She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you blink you might never even miss her
She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

Up all night I feel like Tyler Durden
Preaching to the mirror giving sermons
I am Jack's last sip of bourbon
The personality of half a person
Bitch
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden bitch

Nodding out in traffic on my way to catch a felony
I don't vibe with no one but I'm heavy with the chemistry
Nothing but an entity steady collecting enemies
I'm magic with the shots like the guy who dropped Kennedy

Bitch I feel like Captain Ahab
Chasing white so the demons in me stay bad

You been a fan I been a fiend
Might just take the whole production when I come 'n seize the means
Nothing what it seems
Parasitic energy
I could take your legacy
Move without integrity dismantling identities
And when I get to hell I hope they see me a celebrity
Cuz all my friends are there and I don't mean that hypothetically
So go head and kill yourself and get a step ahead of me
Cuz you don't wanna live inside a world where I'm your enemy

Bitch I feel like Patrick Bateman
Fake a smile while I'm steady staying hating

I'm not the type to be impatient
I'm the type to sit and wait until the mark go on vacation
Left em feeling shaken
Every word I say is dripping with manipulation
String the sentences along until you feel the motivation, bitch

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

Bullets flying through the side of my car
I hit the gas like it's nothing at all
I'm made of money but I don't make sense
I'm either balling or I can't pay rent
Six weeks clean but I'm not really sober
I can't wait, for this shit to be over
I wake up hungry for the flavor of blood
I pick the carcass clean just because

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

I'm not the plug but I know where he lives
I might forget but I never forgive
Not in the trenches but I might help you dig
And God forbid I'll ever to talk to the pigs
You say you're king of the jungle I just sit back and laugh
I'm not the first on the scene but I won't the last
Yeah You can do all the hunting, I'll just wait for the prey
Feast on the leftovers and live another day

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

Hyena

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people
They don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when
Just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face
I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face

Crash Out

You know I'm up all night can't get no sleep
I'm sick of seeing all these happy people up on my feed
I laugh at car crash videos engage with bait
All In the comments arguing about who won the debate
The algorithm's got me livid with the shit that I'm fed
I see the whole world daily without leaving my bed
I like my memes like I like my politicians, dead
Yeah if the internet is tubes well they're lined with lead

I need that brain rot
I'm doom scrolling
Need that brain rot
I'm doom scrolling
For that brainrot
I need that brainrot
I want it, I need it

I get my dopamine from counting all the likes on my page
Vauge-posting shit up on my story, ask me if I'm okay
I need attention you should mention me on something you like
If all the wrong-think makes me famous I don't wanna be right
We call it content even though it's not clear what it contains
As long I don't have to use the working half of my brain
Someone who calls themselves an influencer that's who I trust
But you got seconds left to influence me I'm in a rush

I need that brain rot
I'm doom scrolling
Need that brain rot
I'm doom scrolling
For that brainrot
I need that brain rot
I want it, I need it

I want it I need it
I want it I need it
I want it I need it
I want it I need it

Brainrot

if i sound pained, guess why.

land is dying, staked corpses, littered horizon
life expiring i no longer hear the sirens
mother earth is useless, populace declining
one too many sins n now the dark is rising

dragged in by the neck
chokin on sulfur when i breathe
grown so cold to this place
i remain another slave
mountains crumblin
the bodies fallin at my feet
flesh contorted
on the throne of fuckin bones n pleas

no i dont give a fuck
if the world comes to an end
a million bodies descend
to the motherfuckin depths

my land now, step back now, succumb to death

land misanthropic (prod. me)

THANK YOU @lildvrkie @bruhmanegod @bxwsers_demise

ENJOY

ADDICT [W/BMG]

ROLL UP - LIL DARKIE & UNOFROMPLUTO (PROD. WENDIGO)

SANTA (FEAT. LIL DARKIE X ROYALTY THE KIDD)

DON'T GET BIT!

DARKIE LYRICS:
GASTERACANTHA CANCRIFORMIS

MAD CUZ THEY CANT EEN OUT PERFORM US

SHHHHHHH

STOP THINKING BOUT THAT
PULL YO PANTS UP

AINT NOBODY KNOW WHERE THIS’LL
END UP

HEY NIGGA
HOW IT HAPPEN?

GAIN FIGURES
FROM YO RAPPING

THEY FIGURE 
THAT YOU FAPPING

STAY WITCHA 
STEADY YAPPING

HEY NIGGA
ARE YOU HAPPY?

SURROUNDED 
BY ALL THIS CAPPIN?

IM HOUNDED
BY BITCHES LAPPING

MY ENERGY UP THEY SAPPING

YOU CANT TAP IN
YOU CANT TAP IN NO MORE
YOU CANT TAP IN WITH ME
THIS MY CITY
DON'T ASK ME FOR NOTHING
I DON'T HAVE NO PITY 
YOU AINT HIT ME

LESS YOU NEED A FIX
BITCH I AINT NO TOOL
YOU LIKE EVERY NIGGA 
PAY TO GO SCHOOL
FUCK YO UNI
AINT SHIT TO ME

KARMA IS A BITCH
DON'T GIVE HER ATTENTION AND SHE’S LIABLE TO SWITCH
SWITCH AND I MIGHT
LEAVE YO WHOLE CAREER UP IN A DITCH
ALL YOU FAGGOTS CARE ABOUT IS MAYBE GETTING RICH

[BUG FLVCO AND EDDY ABOUT THEY LYRICS!!!!]

GASTERACANTHA CANCRIFORMIS (PROD. SOLSA X WENDIGO)

FOLLOW ME AND @mutrubeats

I hear these fucking 808s in my sleep,
I lurk in the night, tiptoe when I reap,
dark from my nightmares and light from my dreams combine to making something that I do not believe,

cherry picking all the sins I confess, I got more in the vault do not think that I’m blessed
I’m alone and depressed probably more than the rest, imma sickness yeah I am a shot to the chest 

youre a waste bitch
fuck up your life with just one swing of the blade bitch 
blade rip
we are so ignorant we do not give only take shit 
face split 
swinging my fist and leaving your face on the pavement 
gimme payment
or I’ll be the doctor submitting your ass as a patient 

fully focused I am not wasting time, imma travel that road and take back what is mine,
imma fuck up your life, wanna test me I dare you to look in my eye step over the line 
RVMAN posted yeah that’s triple the threat 
RVMAN posted yeah we talking your breath
RVMAN posted leaving your brain exposed 
yeah we pull up on you we the bringer of death 

grip the magnum till my hands start to sweat 
grip the magnum till they all end up dead 
grip the magnum till I fill they ass up with so many round they are then made of lead 

I suggest that you all do not fuck with me 
think that ur tough till I pull up to ur city 
my shootas is ghosts they will not end up guilty
my Draco is bloated boutta make it skinny 

Crucify me im a threat to the populous that’s the only way that you will be stopping us, 
we have a plan to rip out your esophagus 
yuh lil boi we talking your consciousness,

STEP OVER THE LINE LIL BOY LIKE YUH x4

[AMV]

StepOverTheLine [Prod. mutru] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

An exclusive track from Access Denied Vol. 2

@ogodthedeity
@smokingawoodwitchobaeay

Brainrot

BRUXISM