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Prompt:

Title: I.S.T.G.I.I.D.T.I.I.T.F.I.F.F.S. Prompt: (I Swear To God If I Drop This Ice In The Fryer I’ll Finally Feel Something) Progressive horrorcore meets trap phonk—huge bass, blown-out and snarling, with layers of distortion so thick it rumbles like a demon crawling through the floor. The sound builds like pressure in your skull: cold ambience, low-end rumble, then snap into warped phonk drums and chaotic samples. Rap delivery is rapid, sharp, technical—complex internal rhymes, 10–12 syllables per second, surgical precision. Verses slice like broken glass; no filler, no air. You’re not just mad—you’re transcending through the act of destruction. The ice isn’t just a symbol—it’s ignition. The fryer isn’t a kitchen tool—it’s a portal. Each drop of steam is a scream from another dimension. Mood: Spiraling, sacred, possessed Flow: Ultra-fast, staccato, multidimensional Visuals: Oil popping like gunfire. Bass shaking the tiles. You’re laughing while it all burns.

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Description:

The image depicts a scene of destruction, with a large ice cube being dropped into a fryer. The ice cube explodes into a chaotic mess of steam and smoke, creating a sense of chaos and madness. The fryer appears to be a portal to another dimension, as the steam and smoke rise upwards, creating a sense of transcendence through the act of destruction. The mood of the image is spiraling, sacred, and possessed, with the flow being ultra-fast, staccato, and multidimensional. The visuals are intense, with oil popping like gunfire and the bass shaking the tiles, adding to the overall sense of danger and excitement.

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Lyrics:

Title: I.S.T.G.I.I.D.T.I.I.T.F.I.F.F.S.
Tags: rap, male vocals, warped phonk drums, progressive horrorcore meets trap phonk, huge bass, snarling distortion, chaotic samples, rapid, low, horrorcore, complex

[Verse]
Grip on the handle, sweat on my palm
Fryer hissing whispers, singing a psalm
Ice cube trembling, edge of the brink
Drop it, and the void gon' teach me to sink

[Chorus]
I swear to God, this cube in my hand
Weight of the world, but I barely can stand
If I let it go, the oil gon' scream
Might wake me up from this fever dream

[Verse 2]
Kitchen hellscape, grease got a gleam
Sizzle like serpents, twisting in steam
Knuckles so white, the ice cutting through
Chaos in my head, what else can I do?

[Bridge]
Voices in the deep fryer, calling me near
Static in my chest, buzzing with fear
Drop the ice and maybe I'll drown
Hear the devil laugh as it all burns down

[Chorus]
I swear to God, this cube in my hand
Weight of the world, but I barely can stand
If I let it go, the oil gon' scream
Might wake me up from this fever dream

[Verse 3]
Distortion erupts, bassline erupts
Crackling crescendo, sanity corrupts
Pressure in my skull, the fryer ignites
Demons in the grease, they feast on the nights