DJ IRLkiller

DJ IRLkiller Dark trap-pop. Glitch heartbreak. Gospel-coded chaos. DJ IRLkiller makes music for the emotionally unstable and fashionably unbothered. Follow for releases.

Cry in the club, scream in your car, vibe like a cult. Stay weird.

Some things flourish without fertilizer.Some grow organically—quietly, fiercely…Without paid hands.Without curated appla...
06/17/2025

Some things flourish without fertilizer.
Some grow organically—quietly, fiercely…
Without paid hands.
Without curated applause.
Just force of will.
🎶🫶🏻🎶
Not everyone can say the same.
But some of us don’t need to.

06/10/2025

you pardon monsters
then call the mirror a liar when it screams.
you free men who defecated in the Capitol
and call the mother with the cardboard sign
a “domestic threat.”

i watched you
worship a boot with your mouth open
call it protection
as it crushed the ribcage of a boy
whose crime was breathing
without permission.

you talk about law
as if it’s still made of justice.
it isn’t.
it’s made of favoritism stitched with flags
and handed to your favorite thugs
like party favors soaked in gasoline.

you pardoned rapists.
you freed men who dragged blue lives through broken glass
and said “it was complicated.”
but a protester wipes tear gas from her eyes
and you whisper “animal.”
you don’t see the hypocrisy.
you are the hypocrisy.
you f**k it. you birth it. you raise it.
then deny its name in public.

when ICE stormed that parking lot,
you said “well maybe they shouldn’t be here.”
but when Marines surrounded unarmed citizens
you smiled.
because you don’t love law.
you love violence with a government face.

you want control.
not peace.
not process.
just a theater of uniforms and muzzle flashes.
where you can still believe
you’re the hero in a nation you helped dismantle.

and when it all burns
you’ll post a cropped photo of a looter
and whisper
“see? we told you.”

but we see you.
every one of you.

Trump. Kash. Bondi. Hegseth. Ed Martin.
you don’t run a government.
you run a cult
where the sacrament is pardons for insurrection
and the prayer is always
“give us more fire.”

you gave them violence.
you lit the match.
now watch your legacy
choke on the smoke.

To the ones they buried with bibles still echoing in their ears—this post is for you.Not the sanitized ones.Not the ones...
06/08/2025

To the ones they buried with bibles still echoing in their ears—
this post is for you.

Not the sanitized ones.
Not the ones in textbooks.
I mean the ones who choked on holy water
while someone whispered “love the sinner” with rope in their hand.

I remember your names.
Even when history pretends to forget,
your shadows still hum under the skin of this country like an infection we refuse to treat.

See, we were taught to kneel.
To pray.
To forgive.
But somewhere between the cross and the closet,
we realized forgiveness was just a waiting room for the next bullet.

So no.
We won’t be polite.
We won’t ask nicely.
And we sure as hell won’t stay silent
while grave diggers quote scripture
and call it legislation.

Every law they write
is a confession.
Every cross they light
is a flare for their fear.

We are not lost sheep.
We are wolves
with good memory
and better aim.

We don’t want your acceptance.
We want your abandonment of control.
Because your morality is nothing but
a haunted house you keep redecorating
with our bones.





I told the moon your name.She winced.Said she’s seen that mistake before.My dreams got teeth tonight—and they bite liars...
06/08/2025

I told the moon your name.
She winced.
Said she’s seen that mistake before.

My dreams got teeth tonight—
and they bite liars first.

If I ever said “it’s okay,”
you should’ve asked what died to make it sound that calm.

I don’t forgive.
I remix.
And you’re already in the chorus.

Sleep tight.
I hope the dark plays you a lullaby
in my voice.





Two man-children playing king of the sewer,Trump sells fear, Elon sells rumor.One bleeds ketchup, the other bleeds code—...
06/06/2025

Two man-children playing king of the sewer,
Trump sells fear, Elon sells rumor.
One bleeds ketchup, the other bleeds code—
Both suck power like it’s something they’re owed.

Bought blue checks just to feel like gods,
One stormed the Capitol, the other claps frauds.
Built their thrones on bots and lies—
Now they’re beefin’ like truth wasn’t televised.

Miss each other? Probably.
But even hell has a block list.

Some of us don’t wear rainbow for the aesthetics.We wear it like war paint.We weren’t invited—we crashed the narrative.W...
06/04/2025

Some of us don’t wear rainbow for the aesthetics.
We wear it like war paint.

We weren’t invited—we crashed the narrative.
We weren’t accepted—we rewrote the rules.
And when they pushed?
We fought back.

Pride isn’t just a party.
It’s a protest with bass.






To TACO. To Maybelene. To Blondie.And to the rest of the powdered, paranoid parade choking on your own hypocrisy:We have...
06/03/2025

To TACO. To Maybelene. To Blondie.
And to the rest of the powdered, paranoid parade choking on your own hypocrisy:

We have always been here.
Before your politics. Before your pulpits.
Before language had names for us—
we were already shaping the stars.

You cling to your fear like it’s a flag,
use your gods like mirrors that only reflect what you hate.
But your crusade is small.
Your timeline is shorter than you think.

You will die trying to erase what you were never worthy to define.

You don’t own identity.
You don’t legislate souls.
You don’t get to decide what someone is allowed to become—
not in this life,
and not in the next.

Your legacy will not be remembered.
Your graves will not be guarded.
But we?
We’ll keep dancing.
Keep living.
Keep becoming.

Because we were sacred before you
and we will be sacred long after you rot.

🖤🕯️🌈

Stonewall wasn’t a celebration.It was a riot.It was bricks, bottles, blood, and bodies thrown into the streetbecause sil...
06/02/2025

Stonewall wasn’t a celebration.
It was a riot.
It was bricks, bottles, blood, and bodies thrown into the street
because silence wasn’t safety
and closets had become coffins.

Some of y’all forgot that Pride started with fire.
And now the same playbook’s being dusted off—
new names, same mission.
Project 2025 doesn’t hide it:
erase, control, erase again.

They want obedience, not existence.
But history doesn’t bow twice.
And this time, we’re not throwing bricks—
we’re throwing the whole system.

This isn’t just Pride.
It’s a countdown.

🧨🕯️

They thought Pride was parades and glitter.But some of us danced through survival.Some of us bled in basslines.Some of u...
06/02/2025

They thought Pride was parades and glitter.
But some of us danced through survival.
Some of us bled in basslines.
Some of us learned to cast spells in strobes.

This month, the walls don’t just shake from sound.
They tremble from what’s coming.
Something loud.
Something layered.
Something… you’ll swear was never about you—until it is.

You’ll feel it before you hear it.
And by then, it’ll be too late to look away.

🧩🖤🌈

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