Prompt / Lyrics
*[(beat drops — distorted 808s, industrial snares, reverse crash every 8, tempo ~148–155)]* [Intro – spoken, low & venomous] Yeah… No cran, no pineapple, no sweet escape Just throat-burn baptisms in this bitch Triplet season — let’s go [Hook – triplet flow, relentless] Sippin raw, raw, raw — no juice no fruit Paint the floor with my liver, still shoot my shot, salute Gen in my system, turn friendly to brute Uncut delivery, these punches absolute — uh [Verse 1] I’m off that clear death, no Sprite no chase Devil in my gullet doing backflips on my face Every sip a middle finger to a calmer place Got that paint-thinner palate, burn the smile off my grace Triplet tempo, temper volcanic, eruption pace Words hit like buckshot, scatter hope, no trace You sippin’ syrup dreams, I’m guzzlin’ hate Straight gasoline communion, transubstantiate No chaser, no chillin’, no calm, no cute Liver screamin’ “mercy” — I tell it “compute” Turn apologies to ash, watch ’em blow in the wind Polite version of me? That bitch been dead since June, twin [Hook] Sippin raw, raw, raw — no juice no fruit Paint the floor with my liver, still shoot my shot, salute Gen in my system, turn friendly to brute Uncut delivery, these punches absolute — uh [Verse 2] Bottle to the lips like a sawed-off kiss Each swallow baptize a new enemy list Got that white-lightning wrath in my fist Turn “how you been?” to “who the fuck you think you is?” No mixer, no filter, no softenin’ the bruise Truth serum uncut — now watch me ooze Every bar a fresh laceration, no excuse Bleedin’ honesty while the yes-men sip they juice I’m the hangover godfather, collectin’ souls at dawn You tweetin’ “self-care” while I’m garglin’ napalm Raw feel, raw steel, raw wordplay drawn Cut you with the syllable, leave the metaphor gone [Bridge – slower triplets, almost spoken, venom dripping] No cranberry camouflage… No orange slice garnish… Just me & the burn & the urge to demolish… Everything polite that ever lived inside this carcass [Final Hook – double-time triplets, screaming energy] Sippin RAW — RAW — RAW — NO JUICE NO FRUIT Liver on life support still givin’ two middle-finger salutes Gen in my veins, now the beast wearin’ my suit Uncut delivery — these bars execute, execute, execute — [Outro – distorted yell over collapsing beat] No juice… No fruit… Just rage… Just proof… Just — (beat cuts abruptly — only reverb feedback & bottle clink remains) That’s the uncut version. Run it back if your speakers can handle the punishment.
Tags
raw, uncut, aggressive, triplet flow, rage, industrial, venomous, unfiltered, brutal, throat-burning, no-chaser, demonic
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
2/24/2026