Sayzee doesn’t do casual Octobers. The Niagara-bred rapper has turned Halloween into a personal release window, carving his legend with a string of horror-laced drops that climaxed in the cult-beloved YFRWN (Your Favourite Rapper’s Worst Nightmare) series—ten volumes of slasher flick swagger and cypher-bred precision. This year, he sharpens the blade again with the mixtape, I Spit On Your Grave, a lean, eight-track sprint that plays like midnight radio blaring from a cursed cul-de-sac.
It’s pure B-movie pulp: sex, murder, mayhem. But the production? Tight enough to make your spine twitch. Sayzee handles three beats himself, sewing together basement drums and frostbitten synths, and recruits a murderer’s row of talent behind the boards: Sonny Carson, Nar, Sibbs Roc, The Russian Futurists, and Oddfather. The palette swings from VHS-hiss nostalgia to polished dread, the kind of slick production that makes every ad-lib feel like a flashlight flicker in a condemned hallway.
“The master of horror ‘Sayzee’ returns for a ghoultastic trip into a world of Sex, Murder & Mayhem. ‘I Spit On Your Grave’ is a horror-full ride into the darkest places a man can go; a home studio. Death is fun for the whole family. Now come take a seat, and listen to a series of chilling ghost stories.”
The verses on I Spit On Your Grave bite hard. Daniel Son drops in with his trademark cool, all calm menace and sharp detail, while Richie Sosa brings the heat like a live wire. Sayzee’s hooks cut deep, but it’s his verses, a mix of street realism and horror flick imagery, that keep the project spinning long after Halloween fades. It’s raw, addictive, and surprisingly cinematic.
Context matters: 2025 has already seen Sayzee stack a busy calendar including three projects: Two Way Mirror (with KNG Bondalero), the wrestling-charged Summer Slam, and Word On The Street Is God Wants You Dead (with Lupara). And I Spit On Your Grave doesn’t just add to this stack of work, it plays like the season’s final act. A blood-red full stop on a year of nonstop creation by Sayzee. He even handled the artwork.
In true Sayzee fashion, the tape nods to grindhouse excess without drowning in gimmickry. It’s heavy on atmosphere, even heavier on bars, and built for night drives down roads you probably shouldn’t be on. In short, I Spit On Your Grave is Halloween rap done right: short, sharp, and scary good. If you’re lighting a candle in a jack-o’-lantern this weekend, this is what you play when the porch light flickers.
You can find the project now on Sayzee’s Bandcamp profile, and available on vinyl through ElasticStage.com.
