Dalton

Verse 1 (Rapped):

Dalton Levi, tryin' to crush a kid’s name,

Handin' fake proof to Adrielle, playin' a twisted game,

Destroyin' her credibility, just for revenge,

You’re a sick little fuck, watch your back, you'll pay in the end.

That's not a threat, it's a promise, courts don't find this funny.

You're a bully, a head case, hurting people for money.

Verse 2 (Rapped):

Exploiting a child's pain for your twisted gain,

Twistin' truths, causin' endless strain,

Feedin' lies, turnin' trust straight to dust,

Clout-chasin’ scumbag, betrayin' all the trust.

Pre-Chorus (Rapped Loudly/Yelled):

Stockholm Syndrome, fans can’t see,

Bound by your charm, trapped in deceit,

Cryin' for attention, caught in your lies,

You play the victim, the crocodile cries.

Chorus (Rapped Loudly/Yelled):

Destroyin' Mel and her lil' sis for your revenge,

Hurtin' folks for your own twisted ends,

Coverin' bullies, you’ve taken notes,

You and those assholes are in the same boat.

Helpin' that boy cover his tracks,

You should lose your kids, face the facts,

Don’t speak on MeToo, you piece of shit,

You’re ANTIMETOO, a fuckin' hypocrite.

Verse 3 (Rapped):

Manipulatin' women, pullin' the bait and switch,

Narcissistic fuck, you’re one cold witch,

Talkin' 'bout stepdaddy, preyin' on the young,

Twisted games, your lies are far-flung.

Start a gofund me, because your feelings are hurt.

Can't take criticism, you'll drag THEIR NAME through the dirt.

Little cult members silencing creators,

Using pretend, personal FBI investigators.

Verse 4 (Rapped):

Cryin' on stream, actin' like you're torn,

Cashin' in on tragedy, your empathy's worn,

Playin' tough, but your closet’s tight,

Secrets spillin', you’re a pitiful sight.

Verse 5 (Rapped):

Financial fraud, your tales unwind,

Beggin' for cash, with a schemin' mind,

Inappropriate texts, straight men in sight,

Crossin' lines, what’s wrong with you?

Verse 6 (Rapped):

Closet battles, secrets run deep,

Actin' bold, lies you keep,

Talkin' 'bout closets, time to come out of it,

Let a real man raise your kids, live the life you should admit.

Trapped in the closet, a song you've sung,

Probably for more reasons, than just the one.

Verse 7 (Rapped):

Why you callin' out Adrielle Sigler, you clown,

You’re the boy version of her, wearin' the same crown,

Spewin' lies, buildin' your fake empire,

You’re about to lose it all, burned by your own fire.

Can't speak on Aubreigh or speak for her mom,

What the fuck is it you think that YOU are doing, scum.

Verse 8 (Rapped):

Blatant racism, spewin' hate,

You and your cult, sealing your fate,

Bringin' up kids in your livestream, talkin' mad shit,

Sayin' inappropriate things, you hypocrite.

Talkin' on people of color, you disgrace,

You must be E.E.B.J.'s little brother, you wearin’ lace?

Bridge (Rapped):

We all hope the mothers raisin' them right,

While you sit in your car, smokin' and startin' fights,

Your misogynistic, narcissistic fuckin' ways, will be the reason your empire decays.