[Verse 1]
You a foulie scum, floating in the alley gutter
Tryna tap the frequencies and words I utter
Yeah, look at you running when the static goes dead
We see the red flags, we three steps ahead.
[Pre-Chorus]
Slicing through cutaneous layers of your skin
Necrotic sot, where the rot is sinking in
Worms in your brain from the swine and the trash
While my mind's elevated, laughing watching you crash.
[Chorus]
You're a weak piece of shit, alone with a stripper pole slide
Multiple lost jobs, and nowhere left to hide
Bragging 'bout a cheap hustle, but the truth is plain
Leftover free fries on a crackhead chain
Worshipping your witchcraft, trapped in your delusion
You're completely abandoned, drowning in confusion.
[Verse 2]
An LPN budget getting brand new Mercedes plates?
The BRN and Mental Health are looking at your file
Your own mother called you out, the ethics descend
Even your genius daughter saw through the lies
A 4.0 student recording your crimes
She’s ten times smarter than you'll ever be
Safe with the grandparents, completely care-free
While you look like an alien, sucked up and drained
Ozempic and desperation, completely deranged
Your family cut the ties, your aunt walked away.
Say you sleep at the K-Spa, lying through your teeth mentirrrosa! Todo el día!
Renting Inglewood hotels, homeless creeping underneath couldn’t even dream of the hotels where I sleep!
At the LA rally for a photo op stunt
Suddenly you ain't so Latina up front Ah hahaha, look at you change up!
You threw up at the protest when they mentioned a gun
Still looking like a straight payasa, completely undone
Don't you ever step foot where the swans and the crips
Line the block on Central Avenue, trapping the slips
My neighbors are watching for that black Tesla ride
You'd shit your pants on the corner and hide.
You brag about the ice cream that I get on 103rd and Compton Ave
Like it's Beverly Hills high-class, but you don't know the math
Dollar Store 304, the neighborhood regular
Sucking down the gutter just to keep your life secular.
[Bridge]
No dining room table, your father forced you to sit
Replaying the trauma, every piece of it
So I'm gifting you a table out of pure love today
To build beautiful memories of him along the way. Hahahaha!
Let’s bring out the breakdown in your genes
You’re spinning so fast everyone can hear your screams!
[wailing scream]
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
The howling of the internal rotten blood stream.
[Outro]
Yeah, local clinic with a two-star rating
You a red flag regular, the block is waiting
I see the exact scene, the energy, the trap
I watch you live-stream as your lies collapse
Photographic memory, I see where you fall
While you sit completely lonesome, staring at the wall
You will never have my drive, you will never be me
Just a lonesome scrub drowning in your own defeat, see?
Ah hahaha, dirty facade, Lindsay B is exposed, it's over.
