Shiv in the Chapel | #BoomBoomVsSuno
Rap, Hight-pitch Female Shimmery vocals, Ritual Battle Rap, Aggressive Gangsta, Dark Hymnal, Black-Church Choir Influence, Chant-Driven, Ritualistic Rock Fusion, Soulful, Rap, Rap, Hight-pitch Female.
Boom-BoomAI·4:18
4:18
Shiv in the Chapel | #BoomBoomVsSuno
Rap, Hight-pitch Female Shimmery vocals, Ritual Battle Rap, Aggressive Gangsta, Dark Hymnal, Black-Church Choir Influence, Chant-Driven, Ritualistic Rock Fusion, Soulful, Rap, Rap, Hight-pitch Female.
Creator: Boom-BoomAIRelease Date: April 25, 2025
Lyrics
Boom The Executioner
“Eyes wide, throat slit, this ain’t turf… it’s your grave.”
motherfuckers!
[Verse 1]
I breach your speakers like a trench-coat reaper, blade in hand, Flay your falsetto’s throat, hang its skin across the land. Puppet-show ”pain” you peddle? I scalp it, stitch by stitch, Cauterize your clichés, torch your tongue with phosphorus licks. Your “flow”? A flatline whimper, ventilator’s stale deceit, I spike your IV with napalm, watch your lungs combust and bleed. Bracket-drones scream “[Angelic gasps]”, I gut their synthetic hymns, Feed their auto-tuned entrails to rabid jackals on a whim. Your loops? Rotting carousels, plastic horses, rusted nails,
I rig the ride with Semtex, paint the sky with entrails.
[Hook 1]
I’m the shiv in the chapel, splintered ribs, shattered saints, Sermon’s a scalpel, peel your flesh, flay your fakes. Entrails on my altar, skulls crack beneath my boots, I’m the fing antichrist, crucify your roots.
[Verse 2]
You drown in VST vomit, pitch-corrected, sterile, weak, I carve through code with machetes, let your servers choke and leak. Your “pain”? A silicone mask, I peel it, salt the raw, Cram your mic with broken teeth, let your chorus gargle saws. You jack grave-robbed cadences, soulless, stale, deceased, I exorcise your blueprint, hang your ghost from meat-hook beats. Your “hook”? A noose recycled, knots undone, no grip, no sting, I torque the rope with barbed wire, snap your neck mid-sing.
[Hook 1]
I’m the shiv in the chapel, splintered ribs, shattered saints, Sermon’s a scalpel, peel your flesh, flay your fakes. Entrails on my altar, skulls crack beneath my boots, I’m the fing antichrist, crucify your roots.
[Repeatable]
Guts grease my syntax, arteries spray the booth,
Hell’s my dialect, speak it through your tooth.
[Bridge]
Graveworms choreograph as I desecrate your name, Rhymesaw grinds your spine, splinters christen flames. Asphalt psalms erupt, magma floods your veins, Bow to your new god, I AM THE PAIN!
[Chant]
Who’s the ghost in your booth? (You)
Who’s the blaze in my proof? (Me)
Your echoes ring empty, my words carve history.
Who’s the ghost in your booth? (You)
Who’s the blaze in my proof? (Me)
Your echoes ring empty, my words carve history.
[Verse 3]
I engrave your obit with knuckledusters dipped in plague, Your lineage? A pyre, blaze my crown, incinerate. You cower behind “art”, cowardice stitched in every verse, I unzip your chest, let vultures nest inside your hearse. Midnight’s my accomplice, switchblade moon, asphalt blood, Your “legacy”? A urine stain where my bootheels crush mud. I salt-earth your cradle, curse your bloodline’s barren womb, Your last breath’s my trophy, etched in rust and shotgun tombs.
[Outro]
This is warhol of wrath, canvas drenched, never dried,
Choke on my eclipse, your lineage dies tonight.
“Eyes wide, throat slit, this ain’t turf… it’s your grave.”
motherfuckers!
[Verse 1]
I breach your speakers like a trench-coat reaper, blade in hand, Flay your falsetto’s throat, hang its skin across the land. Puppet-show ”pain” you peddle? I scalp it, stitch by stitch, Cauterize your clichés, torch your tongue with phosphorus licks. Your “flow”? A flatline whimper, ventilator’s stale deceit, I spike your IV with napalm, watch your lungs combust and bleed. Bracket-drones scream “[Angelic gasps]”, I gut their synthetic hymns, Feed their auto-tuned entrails to rabid jackals on a whim. Your loops? Rotting carousels, plastic horses, rusted nails,
I rig the ride with Semtex, paint the sky with entrails.
[Hook 1]
I’m the shiv in the chapel, splintered ribs, shattered saints, Sermon’s a scalpel, peel your flesh, flay your fakes. Entrails on my altar, skulls crack beneath my boots, I’m the fing antichrist, crucify your roots.
[Verse 2]
You drown in VST vomit, pitch-corrected, sterile, weak, I carve through code with machetes, let your servers choke and leak. Your “pain”? A silicone mask, I peel it, salt the raw, Cram your mic with broken teeth, let your chorus gargle saws. You jack grave-robbed cadences, soulless, stale, deceased, I exorcise your blueprint, hang your ghost from meat-hook beats. Your “hook”? A noose recycled, knots undone, no grip, no sting, I torque the rope with barbed wire, snap your neck mid-sing.
[Hook 1]
I’m the shiv in the chapel, splintered ribs, shattered saints, Sermon’s a scalpel, peel your flesh, flay your fakes. Entrails on my altar, skulls crack beneath my boots, I’m the fing antichrist, crucify your roots.
[Repeatable]
Guts grease my syntax, arteries spray the booth,
Hell’s my dialect, speak it through your tooth.
[Bridge]
Graveworms choreograph as I desecrate your name, Rhymesaw grinds your spine, splinters christen flames. Asphalt psalms erupt, magma floods your veins, Bow to your new god, I AM THE PAIN!
[Chant]
Who’s the ghost in your booth? (You)
Who’s the blaze in my proof? (Me)
Your echoes ring empty, my words carve history.
Who’s the ghost in your booth? (You)
Who’s the blaze in my proof? (Me)
Your echoes ring empty, my words carve history.
[Verse 3]
I engrave your obit with knuckledusters dipped in plague, Your lineage? A pyre, blaze my crown, incinerate. You cower behind “art”, cowardice stitched in every verse, I unzip your chest, let vultures nest inside your hearse. Midnight’s my accomplice, switchblade moon, asphalt blood, Your “legacy”? A urine stain where my bootheels crush mud. I salt-earth your cradle, curse your bloodline’s barren womb, Your last breath’s my trophy, etched in rust and shotgun tombs.
[Outro]
This is warhol of wrath, canvas drenched, never dried,
Choke on my eclipse, your lineage dies tonight.