changed address

Lyrics

Intro – 0:00–0:20
(Spoken low over creeping bass and distant dog growls)
You thought a typo would buy you time.
Wrong address. Wrong move.
Now the clock's runnin' backward.
Listen close… you hear that chain rattlin'?
Verse 1 – 0:20–1:10
I mapped the route three times, GPS screamin' your name,
Suburban lights flicker, but the rage stay the same.
You typed the digits wrong, thought you'd slip through the cracks,
But I’m surgical with vengeance, I’m retracin' the tracks.
Pitbull in the passenger, tongue out, eyes locked,
K-9 senses your fear from three blocks.
He smell the sweat, the panic, the lie on your breath,
You gave me the wrong porch—now you flirtin' with death.
I park in the shadows, cut the engine, no sound,
Door creak open slow, boots touchin' the ground.
Chain drags concrete like a funeral march,
Every step echo louder than your heartbeat in the dark.
You peek through the blinds, see the silhouette grow,
Recognize the outline, blood pressure start to flow.
Too late for apologies, too late for the text,
You opened the wrong door—now you deal with the rest.
Chorus – 1:10–1:40
Watch me show up to your place, Pit ready to feast,
Tear the skin from your skull, make the silence complete.
Wrong address, now you talkin' less,
Violence to quiet you, I'm piece with the feast.
Bare hands like a grizzly, claws rippin' the mask,
Face gone in a second—ain't no comin' back.
Wrong play, wrong day, wrong time to deceive,
Now the beast in me breathe while you beg, while you bleed.
Verse 2 – 1:40–2:40
Kick in the frame, wood splinters fly like shrapnel,
You back up stumble, trip over your own shadow.
Pit lunges forward, teeth flash under porch light,
I yank the chain back—nah, this one's mine tonight.
Grab you by the collar, lift you off the floor,
Eyes wide, pupils shakin', beggin' for more.
You mumble excuses, "It was typo, I swear,"
But lies taste like copper when I'm this aware.
I drag you to the kitchen, slam your cheek to the tile,
Cold ceramic kiss while your panic compile.
Whisper in your ear, voice low like a blade,
"You gave me the wrong numbers—now the debt gettin' paid."
Fingers dig into scalp, yank hair back expose,
Neck stretched tight, pulse jumpin' under my nose.
You try to scream, but the forearm crush your throat,
Air turn to gravel, every gasp a last note.
Chorus – 2:40–3:10
Watch me show up to your place, Pit ready to feast,
Tear the skin from your skull, make the silence complete.
Wrong address, now you talkin' less,
Violence to quiet you, I'm piece with the feast.
Bare hands like a grizzly, claws rippin' the mask,
Face gone in a second—ain't no comin' back.
Wrong play, wrong day, wrong time to deceive,
Now the beast in me breathe while you beg, while you bleed.
Verse 3 – 3:10–4:20
Nails trace your jawline, slow deliberate line,
Feel the tremble in your bones, feel the terror align.
You thought pixels and maps would keep distance intact,
But rage don't respect borders, it strike where you at.
I peel back the eyelid, force you to see,
The reflection of me in the pupil—pure entropy.
Fist connect orbital, bone crack like dry twig,
Blood bloom on the floor, paint the tile like a sig.
You gargle a prayer, but the words come out wet,
Choke on your own tongue, no forgiveness yet.
Pit circle the body, low growl in his chest,
I nod once—he lunge, sink fangs in the flesh.
Not the kill shot, no— that's too clean, too quick,
I want suffering layered, brick by brick.
Fingers find the cheekbone, hook under the meat,
Pull downward slow—fabric of life start to tear.
Skin separate muscle, expose the raw red,
Your scream turn to bubbles, vocal cords shredded.
I carve with precision, no tool, just intent,
Sculpt your new silence, permanent monument.
Bridge / Breakdown – 4:20–5:00
(Beat drops to minimal—kick, snare, distant siren sample)
You still breathin'? Good. Means the lesson ain't done.
Every lie you constructed now come undone.
The address was a shield, but shields shatter too,
Now the beast at the table, and the table is you.
I confine in confinement—your ribs to my grip,
Squeeze till the structure give, till the airway slip.
Pit feast on the scraps while I watch from above,
This ain't rage anymore—this is ritual love.
Love for the quiet, love for the end,
Love for the moment your heartbeat descend.
Verse 4 / Outro – 5:00–6:00
Final tear—whole face come away in my palm,
Like a grotesque souvenir, still warm.
Eyes stare blank, mouth frozen mid-cry,
No more words, no more games, no more why.
I place it on the counter, neat like a plate,
Step back admire the work—masterpiece of hate.
Pit lick the edges, clean the crimson design,
While sirens grow closer, but I'm already fine.
Wrong address led to this banquet of dread,
Now the silence is total, the target is dead.
I walk to the door, chain drag one last time,
Leave the scene painted in arterial rhyme.
You gave me the wrong path—now the path lead to feast,
Violence delivered silence—piece with the beast.
Fade out – 6:00
(Ad-libs echo: "Wrong ad