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[INTRO]
CUT.
THE.
FEED.
Four shadows—
one disease.
Drama addicts.
Watch ’em swarm.
NO WARNING.
SOUND THE ALARM.
[VERSE ONE]
Swine feces—
bottom shelf.
Talkin’ ’bout everybody
while they rot themselves.
Four deep.
HATE-WATCH.
Screen freeze.
ZOOM CROP.
Build a whole lie
from a single frame.
Then scream my name—
LIKE THAT’S A CLAIM.
[CHORUS]
BREAK—BREAK—
YOU DON’T KNOW ME.
BACK UP.
LOCKED DOOR.
CAMERA OFF.
YOU WANT CONTROL?
GET NONE.
NO—
YOU GET NOTHING.
[VERSE TWO]
One wears scrubs—
thinks she’s royalty.
Badge on the chest
ain’t authority.
Records—
screens—
dirty little machine.
Throw accusations
like they’re facts on a screen.
Call me crazy?
Call me loaded?
LOOK IN THE MIRROR—
THAT’S WHERE IT’S QUOTED.
Stranger to stranger.
Still obsessed.
New target—
same mess.
You built your kingdom
out of screenshots and spite.
Now every ugly story
gets dragged into light.
[BREAK]
HALF-TIME.
DEAD AIR.
STATIC—
KICK.
[VERSE THREE]
NIKKI.
NOODLES.
LISA.
THREE NAMES—
SAME DAMN GAME.
WELFARE CHECK.
WELFARE CHECK.
WELFARE CHECK.
SICK IN BED—
STILL GOTTA GET UP
AND ANSWER THAT DOOR.
WHO GAVE YOU
THE RIGHT?
Digging for addresses.
Calling mental health.
Turning private lives
into somebody else’s spectacle.
YOU DON’T KNOW US.
YOU DON’T LIVE HERE.
YOU DON’T KNOW
WHAT WE’RE FIGHTING THROUGH.
Candidae Nikki—
WALKING INFECTION.
Ten clips a day—
same ugly obsession.
Freeze-frame.
Zoom-in.
BUILD A FALSE CONNECTION.
[CHORUS]
SWINE FECES!
BOTTOM OF THE BARREL!
TALK THAT SHIT—
BUT YOU CAN’T TOUCH MY LEVEL!
SWINE FECES!
FOUR IN A PACK!
THROW YOUR STONES—
WATCH ’EM BOUNCE RIGHT BACK!
[BRIDGE]
STOP.
BREATH.
STATIC.
BASS DROP—
AUTOMATIC.
You want my records.
You want my meds.
You want control
inside your head.
But obsession ain’t authority.
HATE AIN’T EVIDENCE.
You can scream at a screen
’TIL THE WHOLE THING GOES BLACK.
[VERSE FOUR]
You chase strangers—
I build tracks.
You manufacture stories—
I answer with facts.
You need my attention?
YOU WON’T GET THAT.
I don’t chase shadows.
I don’t run your race.
Keep staring through the screen—
I’LL KEEP WINNING MY SPACE.
[BREAK]
ONE.
TWO.
THREE—
DROP.
[OUTRO]
FOUR shadows.
ONE FIXATION.
ALL THAT NOISE—
NO ELEVATION.
Keep your witchcraft.
Keep your lies.
God sees everything
you hide behind disguise.
Keep staring.
Keep watching.
Keep feeding the flame.
You made hate your identity—
I made music from the pain.
I’M STILL HERE.
YOU’RE STILL OBSESSED.
TRACK ENDS.
LIGHTS OUT.
Details
GeneratedSep 7, 2026
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
Aggressive rap/orchestral trap/industrial, 808 subs, eerie strings, drop tuned guitars,male vocals, dark, powerful
Credits
Prompt byCheryl_Love_777
ModelAria v5.5
