Mirage

**"Pussy Mirage (Fuck You Reject)"**

*(Horrorcore Trap / Tech N9ne chop flow x dark grunge trap beat. Heavy 808s, distorted guitar stabs, eerie synths like a plague doctor mask cracking, aggressive triplet switches, multisyllabic venom. Il

**[Intro – Spoken low, distorted]**

Yeah... I ain't in the mood today...

Fuck you... stop playin' those fuckin hater games...

**[Hook – Choppy, aggressive]**

Fuck you, 'cause I ain't in the mood today,

Pussy might be fire, so that's what you claim

Honest, you need to stop it, I didn't want that shit anyway,

Ghost in the trap, reject the game, fuck it fade away!

Fuck you, mood swing blade to the face,

Pussy promises burnt up in the flame,

I didn't chase it, didn't need the taste,

Bleeding horror like it's a shame

**[Verse 1 – Fast chop, multisyllabic]**

I ain't your plaything, puppet strings snap quick,

Trauma brain rearranged, don't need that toxic drip,

You dangle fire like a mirage in the crypt,

But my spirit's armored, TBI grip, no slip.

Today I'm off it, black clouds in the whip,

Fuck your advances, reverse the script,

Claimin' that heat but it's all counterfeit,

I spit death bars, leave your ego in the ditch.

Didn't want the smoke, didn't want the slit,

Honest truth serum, watch the lies eclipse,

Mood swing pendulum, swingin' like a brick,

To your fuckin' face, bitch, take the hint and dip.

**[Hook]**

Fuck you, 'cause I ain't in the mood today,

Pussy might be fire, that's always what you claim

Honest, you need to stop it, I didn't want that shit anyway,

Ghost in the trap, rejecting your games.

**[Verse 2 – Slower, menacing build, then explode]**

Veins of rust pumpin' "no" through the system,

Exhausted from the chase, now I'm dismissin' 'em,

You claim that paradise, but it's a obviously it's a prison,

Beak bleeds truth, masked doctor in the vision.

I got steel toe stride through the pain and the fiction,

Didn't ask for entry, no permission,

Fuck your seduction, it's a deadly addiction,

Spiral to self-love, burn the bridge, no submission.

Today the black-and-white flips to war mode,

BPD blade cut the cord, overload,

You push it harder, I reload and explode,

Horrorcore trap, watch your whole facade corrode.

**[Bridge – Half-sung, Tool/Imagine Dragons melodic grit, then trap drop]**

I didn't want that shit... anyway...

Pussy fire? Lies in the ashtray...

Stop it... I see through the play...

I'm breakin' cycles, didn't want the shit anyway

**[Verse 3 – Fastest chop, ad-lib screams]**

So fuck you twice with the triple flow,

Ain't beggin', ain't stressin', watch me let it go,

Mood killer, thrill killer, horror in the snow,

Trap beat knockin' while your ego gets hollow.

Claim what you want, I reject the offer,

Didn't need the drama, now I'm walkin' taller,

From the trailer shadows to the stage, no bother,

Self-awakening freak, burn your bullshit at the altar