nightmare on the northside 3 Lyrics – Scrim

nightmare on the northside 3 Lyrics by Scrim is a new english song by Scrim. The song is released on Scrim’s official YouTube channel, written by Scott Arceneaux Jr., produced by Sam Bo Bachrack, Budd Dwyer, Dynox, KXVI, cutxroat, HARZ, ‫lochymane, and Antonie Prod, and is part of the album via crucis. This track delivers a dark, aggressive, and chaotic sonic experience that blends horrorcore energy with gritty Southern rap influences, establishing Scrim’s signature raw and menacing style.

The lyrics of nightmare on the northside 3 revolve around themes of violence, inner torment, territorial pride, and drug-induced paranoia. Scrim uses vivid, often grotesque imagery to portray his mindset, channeling rage, pain, and deep-rooted identity into each bar. The track switches between demonic bravado and emotional instability, with references to street violence, psychological distress, and spiritual darkness. It’s both a territorial anthem and a confessional of a mind on the edge, delivered through heavy distortion, rapid flows, and intense production.

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nightmare on the northside 3 Lyrics

[Intro: Scrim]
You did good, $lick
Fuck this pussy-ass up (North, north)
It’s a Smash
Grey*59, motherfucker
Young north
Motherfuckin’, East bloc
(Woo)
Young north
(North, north)

[Verse: Scrim]
Woo
Young Wetto (North, north), that motherfucker out the grave
Keeping that pistol on me, wishing a fuck boy would come out to play (Second world)
See up in my eyes, I don’t fear no death, boy, we can both die today (Brr)
Popping on meds, I’m throwing up signs
Remind a motherfucker, they not with grey
Top down, ready to slide, okay (Yuh)
Outta my mind, I’m not okay
So high, I can’t feel my body
So high, I could fucking faint
Twisting fingers, crying with angels as I’m pouring up the drank (Let’s get it)
Devil handed me a gun (North-side), said: “Lil’ boy, go get you some”
Tell ’em where you from (Turn me up, turn me up)
The N, the-the O, the R, the T, the H, the S, the I, the D, the E
The N, the-the O, the R, the T (Let’s go), the H, the S, the I, the D, the E
I feel the need, to make a stain (Grr, north)
I skip the chest and put the bullet, right in his brain (North)
I’m too deranged, Scarecrow insane (Bleugh)
Me feel no pain (North)
Mane, fuck yo’ gang and who you claim
It’s simple, mane (Young North)
I rep that motherfuckin’ G (North), the-the R (Grey), the E, the Y, the F (Huh) the I (Huh), the V, the E (For life)
The N, the I, the N, the E
I smoke the B, the U, the D
Until them demons (North), take over me

[Verse 2: Scrim]
Boot stomping a motherfucker head out (Yeah)
(North) Make sure he bled out (North)
Hellcat, we sped out (Skrrt)
The cops (North), we heard they coming (North, north)
We pull that lead out
We spread out (North)
They start to panic (North)
Fell for the trap (North)
I make him spell out, my fucking name as he get hacked (North, north)
N, the, the O, the R, the T (East Bloc), the H, the S, the I, the D, the E (Ayy, turn me up)
The N, the-the-the O, the R, the T (Let’s get it), the H, the S, the I, the D, the E (Second world)

[Part II]

[Intro: Scrim]
Northside, Grey, the gang (Oh-ooh), second world, Eastern Bloc (Huh?)
Northside, Grey, the gang, second world, Eastern Bloc (Huh?)
Northside (Oh-oh-ooh), Grey, the gang, second world, Eastern Bloc (What? What?)
Northside, Grey, the gang (What?), second world, Eastern Bloc (What? What?)

[Verse 1: Scrim & BIN5U]
Twe-tweaking with that motherfucking anna in the trunk (What? What?)
Codeine in the lambo, got me swerving like I’m drunk (What? What?)
Tatt that shit up on my face, there ain’t no guessing where I’m from (What? What?)
OP’s, methamphetamines, all up in my lungs (What?)
I pull up in the dilly-dally (What?)
Won’t he do it? Whip the Buick like he in the Caddy (North)
Fuck popping two, I overdo it, I’m just like my daddy (North)
Ain’t ’bout fashion, carry cannons so I need them baggy (North)
On gang, we get it wacky (North)
Okay, I— (Hrr)
Okay, I want ’em dead (Grrrr)
I dance with demons for no reason, I’m fucked in the head (Grrr)
I’m trigger-finger itching, glitching, when I’m off the meds (Grrrr)
I’m in the trenches with the wicked, setting off the set
You know it’s E-A-S-T B-L-O-C
E-A-S-T B-L-O-C
Players never-

[Chorus: Scrim]
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead (Ayy)
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Scrim]
Fuck, them, all I’m fed up
Doc, I need my meds up
Twe-Tweaking with this knife, and now I’ma have to cut some heads up (Ayy)
Okay, cool, my bread up
Every bitch a set up
Demons take their turn on me, I’m waitin’ for the next up
I’ve been tryna hide it but they beggin’ for the dark side
Fill the lobby with the skins, I ain’t talking Fortnite (Ayy)
Just ran out of dope and now I’m hoping for a short night
Just ran out of hope and now I’m beggin’ for a short life (Ayy)

[Chorus: Scrim]
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead (Ayy)
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead, dead, dead, dead

nightmare on the northside 3 Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Scrim]
The intro sets the mood with violent exclamations and regional shoutouts. Scrim proclaims his allegiance to the Northside and Grey*59, reinforcing his deep-rooted identity. The phrase “It’s a Smash” doubles as a chaotic rally cry and a nod to the song’s heavy impact, while the repeated geographic markers establish setting, tone, and cultural context for the rest of the track.

[Verse: Scrim]
Scrim jumps in with ferocious energy, asserting dominance through violent imagery and allusions to street life. He expresses numbness to death and fear, flaunting a self-destructive relationship with drugs and mental instability. The repetition of “Northside” and spelling out of regional affiliations emphasizes his loyalty and territorial pride, while references to demons and the devil suggest an ongoing battle with inner darkness. The verse swings between bravado and madness, with vivid depictions of rage, detachment, and the acceptance of chaos.

[Verse 2: Scrim]
This section continues the violent narrative, painting a scene of ruthless retaliation. Scrim describes an execution-style attack, reinforced by fast cars, firearms, and a disregard for law enforcement. The repetition of spelling out “Northside” becomes almost ritualistic, symbolizing a kind of spiritual mantra of identity and defiance. The chaos and intensity of the imagery escalate, blending hyper-aggression with street survivalism.

[Intro: Scrim] (Part II)
The second intro transitions into a new phase of the track, maintaining the same aggressive tone but with more structured repetition. Scrim name-drops his affiliations again—Northside, Grey, Second World, Eastern Bloc—cementing the sense of unity within his crew while preparing for a sonic shift.

[Verse 1: Scrim & BIN5U]
Scrim is joined by BIN5U in a violent, drug-fueled duet that spirals deeper into madness. They rap about carrying weapons, excessive drug use, and gang loyalty. There’s a strong undercurrent of nihilism as both artists describe self-destructive tendencies inherited from past generations. The verse blends street violence with psychological unraveling, where guns replace coping mechanisms, and mental illness is masked by bravado.

[Chorus: Scrim]
The chorus, “Time to raise the fucking dead,” acts as both a battle cry and a metaphor for unleashing suppressed rage and trauma. It evokes themes of resurrection and retribution, suggesting Scrim is no longer just surviving—he’s reviving buried pain and unleashing it on the world.

[Verse 2: Scrim]
Scrim unleashes his inner turmoil through descriptions of bloodlust and psychological collapse. He confronts betrayal and paranoia, with imagery that compares his psyche to a battleground haunted by demons. References to cutting, violence, and despair suggest an attempt to regain control through destruction. There’s also a moment of reflection on hopelessness and suicidal ideation, masked by aggression and violent intent.

[Chorus: Scrim]
The repeated chorus reinforces the track’s overarching theme of uncontainable rage and the cyclical nature of violence. By the end, the phrase “Time to raise the fucking dead” becomes a grim chant—summoning chaos not just externally but from within himself.

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