"BODY" | MONDAY BARS 47B (PROD. khrxmx)

MONDAY BARS 48A - First ever $uicideBoy$ type beat for MONDAY BARS. Unfortunately I got sick this week, so I couldn't give my full effort on the vocals. I also rushed the mix for this one too because I had less time due to being sick. That being said, I hope it isn't too bad! Check out the other MONDAY BARS this week if ya gangsta n shi :)

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MB 48a,$uicideboy$ type beat,phonk,memphis rap,horrorcore,underground rap,dark rap,trap metal vibes,grim rap,gritty rap,aggressive rap,evil phonk,occult rap,distorted vocals,emotional darkness,underground music 2025

VISUALS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Qr0X1BmJ0Q

LYRICS:

She fluent in onaheraknees but truant from Oxford uni
Cheatin’ with me she ain’t doin’ no honor degree
Don’t trust a hoe with heart or green
I know bro must be already seethin’
But I ain’t fucked up ‘bout nothin’ cuz no buster harmin’ me
I shit talk in peace I live walk in harmony
As long my grip on my piece and stock in the armory
Knock knock we bust ya door, best protect ya arteries
A lock block us, sure, no defense protect from arsonry

Now ya body ashes, indistinct from the dirt
All these copy cats is worse, no instincts they get learnt
Run ya nine lives to none, knives in my gums
Don’t need fire fights or guns, I bite ‘n ya done
Hide ‘n run, but I hunger more than you fear
‘Til my gut goes numb and a buzz in my ears
‘Til my blood runs dry and my lungs have been sheared
I don’t sleep cuz I gotta eat, up for a year

Crack a fuck bitch trippin’ get ‘em bucket kickin’
Dumb kid on some Jack shit cuck his Jill ‘n he boot suckin’ kissin’
Strap ‘em hittin’ any on a tool act gon’ have it
Catch a bro flippin’ send him floppin’ on some acrobat shit
Leave him blind as a reminder and scared for the enemy to remember me
Ain’t no empathy ya better have dread for me
Desensitized to death by nine, by ten I been dead to rights
My hands read, in my future sutures, redirect them lines

Dead of night damnin’, send ‘em bed tonight land ‘em
No sandman, grim reaper, Jeepers Creepers
Dirt sleeper phantom
Bloodthirst deepen vampirism, murder feedin’ cannibalism
Mannerisms: psychopathic killer, ill animalistic
I’m a demon with the means ‘n reason, needs to be completed
Against all odds imma even, against all gods undefeated
Conceited, there’s no one like myself I believe in
Conceded to no one, die before I even conceive to be leavin’

Get more head on my pole than Vlad had
Ya bitch suck me dead, like my soul gold, she feenin’ for Drac wack
I stab ‘n folder her, occult her, skull her in cold of night
In her like a possession, dead ressurectin’, poltergeist
Bone her ‘til moanin’ ‘n screamin’, open, I own ‘er ‘n leashin’
She beggin’ like a pagan, a heathen, sacrifice makin’ ‘n bleedin’
Get ‘n see her breathin’ like she sold soul on the solstice season
Paralysis sleepin’ in her head eldritch dreamin’