I'm in your dreams
• Written by LNS
I step in the booth and the walls start bleedin’,
Beats get butchered yeah, the track stops breathin’.
I’m a demon with a grievance, every bar’s teeth sweatin’,
I chew through your verses till the syllables are leavin’.
I’m the nightmare surgeon with a chainsaw cadence,
I slice up the rhythm no remorse, no patience.
Your flow flatlines in my haunted basement,
While I carve up the beat with a wicked displacement.
I’m draggin’ your punchlines deep into the cellar,
Where echoes scream back in a voice even heller.
You think you spit heat? I’m the furnace dweller
Burnin’ down mics till they melt to umbrella.
My words break spines metaphorical contortion,
I twist every rhyme like a ritual distortion.
I haunt competitions with lyrical extortion,
Your bars get swallowed by the void of proportion.
I’m the slayer of soundscapes call me the reaper,
I creep through your speakers as the bass grows deeper.
No real-life harm just the terror of a sleeper,
’Cause I murder the beat like a nightmare sweeper.
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LNS
Member since September 10 2025