Pelvy’s Funeral | luh pelvy Diss
Glitch-hop horror, cinematic trap, rage rap, industrial 808 trap, chopper rap, glitchcore, dark hip-hop, bass-heavy boom-bap
Boom-BoomAI·3:44
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Pelvy’s Funeral | luh pelvy Diss
Glitch-hop horror, cinematic trap, rage rap, industrial 808 trap, chopper rap, glitchcore, dark hip-hop, bass-heavy boom-bap
Creator: Boom-BoomAIRelease Date: April 26, 2025
Lyrics
Luh Pelvy, I'd say I'm waitin' on a response, but you ain't built to give
one.
Boom The Executioner
[Intro]
Pelvy, grab a shovel, your clout’s already six feet deep.
Tonight I cremate your catalogue and snort the smoke like cheap relief.
[Verse 1 ]
Piggy-bank rapper, split you, copper guts and IOUs,
“Tesla” every sentence, but you Uber ‘cause the mileage due. Bands “stretch like yoga”, funny, mine deadlift entire banks,Your “VVS” be rhinestones, party-store plastic, thank-you, next. Atlas talk? Your vertebrae clicks like TikTok clocks,“Pressure births diamonds”, you crumble quicker than smartwatch glass. Mach Ten reverse? I slap the gearshift down your throat, Now your fastest flow’s a death-rattle gargle, drowning on each note.
[Hook]
Pelvy’s “racks” Monopoly, cardboard flex on cardboard thrones, Photoshop his bankroll, every comma’s a borrowed loan. Pockets full of lint, bars limp, soggy ramen swirl, Boom’s crematorium, scoop your ashes, paint my nails with the swirl.
[Verse 2]
“Way of Dead Men” tears? That’s glitter glue and theatre lights,You monetize despair, but your Spotify can’t buy real life. Nine masks deep, you’re Russian-doll hollow, an echo eating echoes, Mirror hates you so much it turns around and breaks its own reflection.
“Outta control”?, Nah, just terrified that silence proves you’re vacant, Boom exposes marrow, hear the wind whistling through your statements. Emo violins can’t cloak a cardboard heart in ragged flesh, I gut the strings, restring ’em, make ’em screech your final breath.
[Bridge]
“Raaacks hea-vy, flow so smooooth, ”
Drown that cyborg chirp, raw throat reveals the mouse within,You bank on pitch correction like a lifeline you can’t swim.
[Verse 3]
Mach Ten brag? I lap that speed, then coast, no gasping, no edits, Your “syllable weapons” misfire, empty clips with comic credits. Stacking rappers? I file corpses alphabetic, guess where you’ll land? Right between poser and puppet, bag-tag stamped: “Return to scam.” Infinite synergy? Boy, you Xerox your own clichés, I Ctrl-Alt-Delete you, blue-screen freeze your BPM display. Nuclear pen, Hiroshima ink sears Pelvy into phantom dust, I write your afterlife in cursive, every loop a hangman’s bust.
[Breakdown t]
Boom’s blade blitz, ten bars, one breath, zero latency:
“Money-don’t-fold, ‘cause it’s counterfeit, stiff like rigor mortis hits, Heavyweight pose, feather chest, lungs collapse when pressure twists, Bigger-Than-Ever?, Shrunk on sight, I vacuum-seal your ego’s width,
Pelvy-the-Prodigy?, Nah, pathology, tag the zip!”
[Hook]
Pelvy’s “racks” Monopoly, cardboard flex on cardboard thrones, Photoshop his bankroll, every comma’s a borrowed loan. Pockets full of lint, bars limp, soggy ramen swirl, Boom’s crematorium, scoop your ashes, paint my nails with the swirl.
[Outro]
Check the ledger: value zero, audience, gone, I spit on the embers, shape the steam into a swan.Gravestone etched: Here lies Pelvy, autotune addict, flex-addled pawn, Boom Boom the Executioner, closing hymn, requiem done, move on.
one.
Boom The Executioner
[Intro]
Pelvy, grab a shovel, your clout’s already six feet deep.
Tonight I cremate your catalogue and snort the smoke like cheap relief.
[Verse 1 ]
Piggy-bank rapper, split you, copper guts and IOUs,
“Tesla” every sentence, but you Uber ‘cause the mileage due. Bands “stretch like yoga”, funny, mine deadlift entire banks,Your “VVS” be rhinestones, party-store plastic, thank-you, next. Atlas talk? Your vertebrae clicks like TikTok clocks,“Pressure births diamonds”, you crumble quicker than smartwatch glass. Mach Ten reverse? I slap the gearshift down your throat, Now your fastest flow’s a death-rattle gargle, drowning on each note.
[Hook]
Pelvy’s “racks” Monopoly, cardboard flex on cardboard thrones, Photoshop his bankroll, every comma’s a borrowed loan. Pockets full of lint, bars limp, soggy ramen swirl, Boom’s crematorium, scoop your ashes, paint my nails with the swirl.
[Verse 2]
“Way of Dead Men” tears? That’s glitter glue and theatre lights,You monetize despair, but your Spotify can’t buy real life. Nine masks deep, you’re Russian-doll hollow, an echo eating echoes, Mirror hates you so much it turns around and breaks its own reflection.
“Outta control”?, Nah, just terrified that silence proves you’re vacant, Boom exposes marrow, hear the wind whistling through your statements. Emo violins can’t cloak a cardboard heart in ragged flesh, I gut the strings, restring ’em, make ’em screech your final breath.
[Bridge]
“Raaacks hea-vy, flow so smooooth, ”
Drown that cyborg chirp, raw throat reveals the mouse within,You bank on pitch correction like a lifeline you can’t swim.
[Verse 3]
Mach Ten brag? I lap that speed, then coast, no gasping, no edits, Your “syllable weapons” misfire, empty clips with comic credits. Stacking rappers? I file corpses alphabetic, guess where you’ll land? Right between poser and puppet, bag-tag stamped: “Return to scam.” Infinite synergy? Boy, you Xerox your own clichés, I Ctrl-Alt-Delete you, blue-screen freeze your BPM display. Nuclear pen, Hiroshima ink sears Pelvy into phantom dust, I write your afterlife in cursive, every loop a hangman’s bust.
[Breakdown t]
Boom’s blade blitz, ten bars, one breath, zero latency:
“Money-don’t-fold, ‘cause it’s counterfeit, stiff like rigor mortis hits, Heavyweight pose, feather chest, lungs collapse when pressure twists, Bigger-Than-Ever?, Shrunk on sight, I vacuum-seal your ego’s width,
Pelvy-the-Prodigy?, Nah, pathology, tag the zip!”
[Hook]
Pelvy’s “racks” Monopoly, cardboard flex on cardboard thrones, Photoshop his bankroll, every comma’s a borrowed loan. Pockets full of lint, bars limp, soggy ramen swirl, Boom’s crematorium, scoop your ashes, paint my nails with the swirl.
[Outro]
Check the ledger: value zero, audience, gone, I spit on the embers, shape the steam into a swan.Gravestone etched: Here lies Pelvy, autotune addict, flex-addled pawn, Boom Boom the Executioner, closing hymn, requiem done, move on.