[Intro — metallic vocoder whisper, TV static crackle]
Yeah… you thought the show was over?
Cute.
Roll the cameras back.
Huntrixx don’t blink.
[Verse 1 — sharp, clipped flow, bass pulsing like a warning siren]
Heard your “Pick Me Out,” congratulations on the views,
But fame don’t fit you right — call it counterfeit news.
Acting like the golden boys, shining under borrowed light,
Your halo’s made of tinfoil, babe, it bends under a fight.
You brag about your numbers, but those digits came on sale,
Flexing charts you didn’t earn — I see ghosts behind the veil.
Every line you spit’s rehearsed, plastic smile, mannequin grin,
Tryna crown yourself the kings… but your kingdom’s paper-thin.
[Pre-Chorus — distorted melodic chant]
Lights flash — your shadows start shaking,
Truth hits — your whole façade breaking.
You dance cute, but the cracks ain’t subtle,
One little push — and you boys full-tumble.
[Chorus — explosive, stomping rhythm, crowd-chant hook]
Second cut — and it’s deeper this time,
You lit the fuse, now we blow up your shine.
Say you’re the stars? We control the sky —
Try to rise again… we’ll eclipse your light.
Don’t blink —
We strike, then vanish.
Don’t think —
You’re safe, you panic.
Second cut —
Huntrixx ain’t done.
Welcome back —
We’re just having fun.
[Verse 2 — venomous, slick, referencing “Pick Me Out” lyrics]
You said “pick me out,” but we picked you apart,
Exposed every filter, pixel, painted-on heart.
Your fandom’s sweet but fragile — a sugar-glass crown,
One rumor drops, and… look — they scatter around.
You choreograph confidence but trip on your fear,
Lip-sync bravado but choke when we’re near.
Every comeback you claim, we see the strings on your back,
You’re industry puppets — we’re wolves on the attack.
[Bridge — ghostly falsetto over icy synths]
Hear the whispers creeping in your green rooms…
“They’re slipping… losing… cracking…”
That’s us.
And we’re not done tracking.
[Chorus — heavier, doubled vocals, more aggressive]
Second cut — carving truth to the bone,
We take your throne if you leave it alone.
Call us villains? We wear it with pride —
We don’t chase crown boys… we decide.
Don’t blink —
The shadows get louder.
Don’t think —
You crumble, then cower.
Second cut —
Too sharp to dodge.
Welcome back —
This is Huntrixx’ job.
[Outro — glitch fade-out, echoing taunt]
Pick you out?
Nah.
We’re picking you off.
One
by
one.
Huntrixx out.
