[Intro]Three hundred blocks and you’re still at the gate/Banging on the glass with your burnered-out hate/The Feds are drawing lines while you’re chasing a reaction/But this wildfire rhythm is your final distraction/Watch the clock spin, countdown is live/Federal target and you think you’ll survive?(Ah hahaha!)[Verse One]Stalking every frame just to watch a screen blink/While your own delusion pulls you over the brink/Calling up the county for another false check/But paper trail is wrapping right around your neck/Your bestie lost seven jobs/No clinic gonna hire that mistake anymore/You follow like a puppy just for some attention/Sucking up chaos you're too blind to mention/Goldfish brain divided right down the track/Common sense is something that you drastically lack.(Ah hahahaha!)[Pre-Chorus]Private on your pages because you're running scared/Freeze-framing videos just waiting for a blink/You think you’re a ghost but you’re right on the brink[Chorus]Nefarious Nikki, back in the mud/Making a dollar off family blood/Tax shelter charity, eating off grief/Certified fake and a copyright thief/Bars coming down, better look at the sky/You and Fally-scum running out of alibis.[Verse Two]Clicking on filter trying to look real thin/But grease and malice soaking through the skin/Spitting out venom a mother wouldn’t write/Trapped in a house where you sleep alone at night/Claiming gastroparesis but eating solid meat/Miraculous cures while you dance on street/On phone with clinic while I’m down in bed/Injecting your drama just to try and get ahead/School didn't approve what malignant nurse drew/And Department of Mental Health is laughing at you.(Ah haha, ah hahaha!)[Pre-Chorus]Private on your pages because you're running scared/Freeze-framing videos just waiting for a blink/You think you’re a ghost but you’re right on the brink[Chorus]Nefarious Nikki, back in the mud/Making a dollar off family blood/Tax shelter charity, eating off grief/Certified fake and a copyright thief/Bars coming down, better look at the sky/You and Fally-scum running out of alibis.[Bridge]Your mother is a burner, circle is a ghost/Crying on livestream to see who cares most/You were in tears when she tossed you like trash/A one-day discard till she needed your cash/Now best friends again till next cell door drops/And you're back in water with tears and the sob/Want a Netflix series? Want a TV slot?/Only thing you're getting is a Fed-funded cot.(Ah hahaha!)[Outro]File online charges, truth is coming clear/Abusing disabled, end is drawing near/Keep checking the page, keep hitting up view/This wildfire rhythm was built to bury you/Nefarious Nikki, pack it up, it’s done/Feds got paperwork and Part Four has won.(Ah hahahahaha!)Yeah, you’re drowning in venom of your lifelong lies/While monitors glitch and sirens cry.(Ah hahaha...)
