Verse 1
I don’t sign deals, I sign destinies,
They sign checks, I write histories.
Dickemdown mad he can’t touch the throne,
Runs in circles, but the crown’s already home.
Zerorez thinking he’s next on the docket,
I glance at him, his bars already pocketed.
SL Bandit screaming like a toddler in rage,
I write a verse, he disappears off the page.
96oose flopping, still trying to flex,
I see through him like he’s missing some specs.
Dashxxvibes dissing Dolls, what a miscalculation,
I harvest all weakness, call it my occupation.
Verse 2
They call me vampire, I call them snacks,
Every diss they drop, I fold and stack.
Dickemdown still bitter, trying to gnaw,
I spit a line, he pause, jaw hit the floor.
Zerorez confused, can’t even catch the pun,
I drop double entendres while he’s still in the sun.
SL Bandit rapping like a wind-up toy,
I’m the ghost in the system, he can’t destroy.
Dashxxvibes plotting, but I laugh at the effort,
I’m already immortal, they just temporary, I assert.
Verse 3
Dickemdown running like he late to his own funeral,
I move slow, precise, my style supernatural.
Zerorez flopping, missed every bar I sent,
My lines pierce charts, his lines barely dent.
SL Bandit still thinking he got a chance,
I’m the shadow in the back, making him dance.
Dashxxvibes barking, Dolls still untouchable,
I spit a ledger of facts, my style uncrushable.
I don’t need hype, I don’t need clout,
Every verse I drop leave a permanent drought.
Verse 4
Dickemdown, Zerorez, SL Bandit in line,
Try to flex, but their rhymes decline.
Dashxxvibes lost in the same loop,
I move like a predator, silent in the coup.
I don’t just diss, I educate fear,
Every name I mention, their ego disappear.
You want bars? I’m a library of pain,
They scribble in notebooks, I write in champagne.
Legacy written while they chase applause,
I exist above, immune to their flaws.
Verse 5
Dickemdown, Zerorez, Bandit, Dashxxvibes —
I’m cataloging clowns while I live my lives.
Every attempt at me just proves my dominance,
I’m the vampire, they the casual audience.
I walk slow, speak sharp, pen colder than ice,
Every line dissecting their failure precise.
They wanted smoke, I gave eternal shade,
By the time they figure it out, my legend made.
No hook, no repeat, just lyrical execution,
This track is the deed, I don’t need absolution.
EliThevamp