[Intro – Menacing Whisper → Explosion]
Yeah… you hear that?
That’s the woods breathin’…
And that’s me creepin’…
Run.
[Hook – Aggressive Chant Flow]
Through the woods with the knives, feel the heat in the night,
It’s murder on the beat, I’m the king of the fight,
Dimes turn to dust, clowns crumble in shame,
Fake thrones get crushed when they choke on my name.
Through the woods with the knives, fire burnin’ the shade,
Wolves bow to lions when the crown gets laid,
Dimes turn to dust, clowns crumble in shame,
Fake thrones get crushed when they choke on my name.
[Verse 1 – Ultra-Speed Flow]
Yo, I’m stalkin’ through the woods, knives flashin’ in sight,
Your crew’s a joke — I bring fire, y’all just candles at night,
It’s murder in the booth, I’m the lyrical king,
Turn your dimes into pennies, you ain’t worth a thing.
Got more jokes than clowns, but the punchlines hurt,
Expose every fake, drag ‘em face-first through the dirt,
Snatch your throne with the rhythm, ride the beats till they’re gone,
I’m a pride of lions, your pack of wolves is just pawns.
Make you chuckle in pain when the bars snap your frame,
Give you lyrical heartburn till you choke on my name,
Stealin’ your breath, killin’ time, I’m the night and the sun,
Bring the dawn and the dusk — your career’s both done.
Load the AK-47, keep the Glock on the block,
Your words couldn’t pierce if they were sharpened in rock,
This is slaughter on a beat, yeah, I’m droppin’ the bomb,
Better pray to your god — oh wait, deathdevil’s your mom.
[Hook – Aggressive Chant Flow]
Through the woods with the knives, feel the heat in the night,
It’s murder on the beat, I’m the king of the fight,
Dimes turn to dust, clowns crumble in shame,
Fake thrones get crushed when they choke on my name.
Through the woods with the knives, fire burnin’ the shade,
Wolves bow to lions when the crown gets laid,
Dimes turn to dust, clowns crumble in shame,
Fake thrones get crushed when they choke on my name.
[Verse 2 – Double-Time Flow]
Yo, I’m in the woods with a grin and a grin ain’t nice,
Grip twin knives, finna skin your pride like dice,
Spit pure fire, entire empire expired,
It’s murder in a cipher when the king gets wired.
Flip dimes to dust while I rhyme these jokes,
You clowns all drown when the sound provokes,
Every fake gets baked, overthrow your throne,
With rhythm in my system, every beat gets owned.
I’m a pack of lions in a den of wolves,
Rip back spines when I bend your rules,
Make you chuckle in pain while your bones all snap,
Give you lyrical heartburn, better hold that strap.
Steal your breath, kill time from dawn to dusk,
Spray the AK-47, make the metal combust,
Keep the Glock on the block, y’all stop mid-walk,
‘Cause my talk drop shock like a thunderbolt shock.
Name-drop — vampirelord, drained dry, no veins,
Peanutbuttercraxer? soft spread, no brains,
OG lookin’ low-key scared of the smoke,
Elementaldracowolf just a cub, no cloak,
Deathdevil666, hell froze, got froze,
Every foe
