Split Tongues

[Intro]
Two masks
One mic
One light
Pick a side (hey!)
[Verse 1]
I came out the crawlspace
Mud on my chain, blood on my lace
Grandma said pray, I sharpened my teeth
Carved my name in the back of the priest
Talk cheap?
I barter with secrets
Tattooed my sins in invisible ink
They only show when the room start sinking
You only glow when the wound start thinking
I’m the rumor that grew legs
Walked in your house, took your meds
Sat on the bed where your nightmares beg
Tucked you in with a voice in your head (shhh)
[Chorus]
Two mouths, one grave, we speak in split tongues
If you hear your name echo, then you already done
Male voice, female voice, same rage in the lungs
We don’t rap, we raise the dead with these horrorcore lungs (yeah, yeah)
Two masks, one face, can’t tell where we from
If you feel your heart racing, better pray it go numb
Male voice, female voice, hear the drum of your blood
We don’t rap, we drag you down, drag you down in the mud (down, down)
[Verse 2]
I bloom like a bruise on a pale wrist
Lip gloss stained with your last wish
Laugh in the dark, that’s a slit in the silence
Turn every touch into slow violence
Pretty little snake in a thrifted dress
Tongue like a scalpel under your breath
I kiss that cross on your nervous chest
Then twist that faith till the chains confess
You wanted an angel?
I crawled out the drain
Mascara tears running ink through your veins
You call it a verse
I call it a curse
I mouth every fear till you feel it in reverse (rewind)
[Chorus]
Two mouths, one grave, we speak in split tongues
If you hear your name echo, then you already done
Male voice, female voice, same rage in the lungs
We don’t rap, we raise the dead with these horrorcore lungs (oh yeah)
Two masks, one face, can’t tell where we from
If you feel your heart racing, better pray it go numb
Male voice, female voice, hear the drum of your blood
We don’t rap, we drag you down, drag you down in the mud (drag you down)
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to whispers]
Who’s in your mirror?
(me)
Who’s in your phone?
(me)
Who’s in that creak on the stair
When you think you’re alone? (you’re not)
[Chorus]
Two mouths, one grave, we speak in split tongues
If you hear your name echo, then you already done
Male voice, female voice, same rage in the lungs
We don’t rap, we raise the dead with these horrorcore lungs
Two masks, one face, can’t tell where we from
If you feel your heart racing, better pray it go numb
Male voice, female voice, hear the drum of your blood
We don’t rap, we drag you down, drag you down in the mud (hey!)

rap, Dark horrorcore cypher energy with alternating male and female vocals; eerie detuned bells over a cavernous sub and tight, aggressive drums. Verses slice through a sparse, menacing beat with abrupt drops under key punchlines. Hook explodes with layered call-and-response chants and distorted ad-libs, then pulls back to tense, whispered textures between sections., horrorcore, freestyle, hardcore