Lipstick Killer Sets Delaware Ave Ablaze with Fire and Fury
Lipstick Killer doesn’t heal, she detonates. With her latest single “Delaware Ave,” the New York-based artist transforms heartbreak into a full-scale inferno, reclaiming her voice in a track that’s equal parts confession, confrontation, and catharsis. Released as the first taste of her upcoming project Cigarettes & Heartbreak Vol. 1 (due in December), the song is a bruised and burning testament to betrayal, the kind that cuts deep and leaves scars that never quite fade.
What separates Lipstick Killer from her peers isn’t just her ability to rap or rage, but how she weaponizes emotion. “Delaware Ave” starts like a storm and never lets up. The beat hits with the intensity of a crash, the kind that leaves smoke curling from the wreckage. Between bursts of trapmetal distortion and punk-rooted chaos, her voice slices through the noise, snarling, growling, and bleeding in equal measure. It’s not a song built for comfort and release.
“This isn’t a soft song. It’s a funeral for the fantasy I was sold.”
That single line sums up the entire energy of Cigarettes & Heartbreak Vol. 1 — a collection born from betrayal and rebirth. The story behind “Delaware Ave” is as raw as it gets: an affair discovered through an audio recording, a truth too ugly to ignore, and the street name where everything unraveled. That moment became her muse — or more accurately, her ammunition.
Lipstick Killer’s sound doesn’t play by any rulebook. She fuses the swagger of 2000s hip-hop with the rebellion of punk and the weight of trapmetal — an unholy trinity that feels both dangerous and liberating. Think Missy Elliott meets Marilyn Manson, with flashes of Lauryn Hill and H.R. from Bad Brains thrown into the mix. She’s unfiltered, unpredictable, and unapologetically loud about it.
“Delaware Ave” isn’t just another breakup track, it’s a warning shot. It’s for every woman who’s been gaslit, ghosted, or made to question her own reality. When Lipstick Killer spits, “Delaware Ave is where I buried the version of me that believed his lies,” it lands with the force of a closing door and the freedom of walking away from the wreckage.
Her growing fanbase — the self-dubbed Lipstick Mafia — rallies around that energy. They see in her not just a performer, but a survivor who refuses to shrink herself for anyone. If “Delaware Ave” is any indication, Cigarettes & Heartbreak Vol. 1 will be a war cry dressed in distortion, drenched in truth, and ready to set every stage on fire.
“Delaware Ave” is out now on all major streaming platforms.