Gutter Ghosts & Steel

Lyrics

Hook You talk like Freddy, but your blade game petty, Dollar Tree killer, all your steel come bendy. Fake nightmares, you ain’t holdin’ shit steady, I’m the one they fear when the room get deadly.You talk like Freddy, but your blade game petty, Spirit on clearance, soulbox empty. Actin’ like a demon, but your price tag ready, You a Dollar Tree Freddy, not a real buck 20. [Verse] You be barkin’ in the mic, but in person you whisper, Everything you post lookin’ cheap through the filter. Say you cut deep, but your knives all blister, Foam prop, dull edge, Halloween sister. You the knockoff version, I’m the steel with the rust, You the mask with the string that snap soon as they trust. You be talkin’ like a nightmare, but the dreams ain’t vivid, I’m the static in they chest when the heartbeat livid.You got party-store scars, plastic veins in your lore, All your “fear” half-price in a bargain bin drawer. I turn sleep into a coffin, every beat, every snore, You just lurk in the comments, beggin’ likes like a chore. [Verse] You a Dollar Tree Freddy, tag still hang from your sleeve, Say you work in the dark, but you clock out at three. Talk “slasher” in your raps, but your shift short week, You the punch-out screen, not the blood in the street.I’m the boiler room echo when the walls start to sweat, You the Bluetooth speaker playin’ threats on a set. I put pressure on your lungs till your ribs feel debt, You just copy horror quotes that the internet met.You “killin’ beats,” cool story, but your streams don’t show, All your numbers lookin’ skinny, every play on low. Say you got ‘em losin’ sleep, but they nap through your flow, I got eyelids fightin’ back when the snare drum go. [Verse] You cosplay terror; I embody the dread, You rehearse every line; I live rent-free in they head. You rehearse every threat; I turn comfort to lead, I’m the weight in they chest when the room glow red.You a Dollar Tree tag on a thrift-store fit, Everything about you screamin’ “on sale” grit. Whole aura marked down, personality split, I’m the “sold out” sign hangin’ where your image ain’t hit.You just bargain-bin beef, all bark, no teeth, I’m the reason they don’t sleep with they feet off the sheet. You the flicker in a bulb that could never stay lit, I’m the blackout in the block when the breaker get hit. [Hook (Outro)]You talk like Freddy, but your blade game petty, Dollar Tree killer, all your steel come bendy. Fake nightmares, you ain’t holdin’ shit steady, I’m the one they fear when the room get deadly.You talk like Freddy, but your blade game petty, Spirit on clearance, soulbox empty. Actin’ like a demon, but your price tag ready, You a Dollar Tree Freddy, not a real buck 20.