[INTRO – STATIC RECORDING] [Low-frequency hiss. Tape warble. Signal clipping in and out.] [Unknown Voice (distant, distorted)] —hello? —no, don’t—don’t move it— [static surge] They said the voices weren’t real. [Intro – Scrim] Grey clouds hang low like the ceiling finna cave (cave) Ash in my lungs, I been coughin’ up the grave (grave) Voices in my head say the world gotta pay So I load up my thoughts, let ‘em spray, let ‘em spray ⸻ [Verse 1 – Scrim] Born with a death wish, baptized in filth Knife-edge grin when I talk about wealth Whole block quiet when I creep through the mist Every step I take sound like a hit list tick Blood on the conscience, not on my hands I kill with a sentence, bury with plans Mama said pray, I said pass me the pills God don’t listen when the devil foot the bills I been dead since thirteen, heart cold as the steel Still feel everything, that’s the fucked-up deal Catch me talkin’ to the reaper like we homies for real He said, “Scrim, you a problem,” I said, “Yeah, that’s the appeal.” ⸻ [Hook – Scrim & Ruby] Cinderblock sermons, preachin’ from hell Two ghosts talkin’ shit from a prison cell If I die tonight, ring the funeral bell Grey till the grave, yeah, we know it too well Cinderblock sermons, teeth clenched tight Violence in the stories, but the pain inside We don’t live long, we just live it violent $uicideboy$ silence louder than riots ⸻ [Verse 2 – Ruby Da Cherry] Ruby the menace, cerebellum unhinged Speak in tongues when I snap, every word a sin I don’t black out—I remember it all Every scream, every fall, every name on the wall I’m the glitch in the system, the crack in the frame Laughin’ at the flames while I’m feedin’ the pain Tried to hang my halo, rope fuckin’ snapped Guess the devil still need me to finish the task Eyes red, mind warped, teeth grit Spit venom every time I open my lips I don’t wanna be saved, don’t wanna be fixed I wanna watch the whole world burn slow in this bitch Talk slick, get erased from the memory I turn beef to folklore, urban legendry I don’t fight fair, I fight like I’m cornered Like death in the room and I’m overly honest ⸻ [Hook – Scrim & Ruby] Cinderblock sermons, preachin’ from hell Two ghosts talkin’ shit from a prison cell If I die tonight, ring the funeral bell Grey till the grave, yeah, we know it too well Cinderblock sermons, teeth clenched tight Violence in the stories, but the pain inside We don’t live long, we just live it violent $uicideboy$ silence louder than riots ⸻ [Bridge – Scrim] Still hear sirens when it’s quiet Still feel hate when they buy it Fame don’t love you, it just rents Then it leaves you broke, bitter, and bent ⸻ [Outro – Ruby] Carve my name in the concrete soul of the south If they bury me deep, I’ma claw my way out No redemption arc, no moral to tell Just two cursed voices and a story from hell

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