Tick-Tock, Tray (A Grifter’s Reckoning)

“They say, ‘So, where’s the plane?’ like we’ve been searchin’ nonstop…

Every year… all year… and still, we can’t find the wreckage.

But truth is, we only looked twice.

Twice in eleven damn years.

And while time’s marched, the nutters ran wild.

Grifters. Charlatans. Con men with YouTube channels.

But time’s runnin’ out.

Ocean Infinity’s headin’ back to the seventh ark… and they ain’t goin’ for the scenery.”

You had your run, your middling Twitter fame

Your livestream lies, your asinine claims

You tweeted about debris and oceanic drift

With the same ignorance you brought your whole grift.

You cried, “The videos are proof!! They teleported that plane”

“And if you don’t believe me, you’re just insane.”

Tick-tock, tick-tock, that’s a grifter’s reckoning comin’

That other noise you hear? That’s Island Pride’s engines hummin’

Third time’s the charm, now the bullshit grift gon’ end

The ocean’s held its secrets, while y’all played pretend

Tick-tock, tick-tock, you had your shameful, sick fun

But now it’s time to find another grift to run.

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Armada’s settin’ sail, primed, locked and loaded

And all the lies you’ve done told, they’ve been duly noted.

Searching from Blelly - Marshond to U W A

That Whisper Hotspot too, is very much in play

And no one just throws millions into the sea

Unless they’ve got a damn good reason to believe

Tick-tock, tick-tock, that’s a grifter’s reckoning comin’

That other noise you hear? That’s Island Pride’s engines hummin’

Third time’s the charm, now the bullshit grift gon’ end

The ocean’s held its secrets, while y’all played pretend

Tick-tock, tick-tock, you had your shameful, sick fun

But now it’s time to find another grift to run.

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And when they pull her from the blue

Don’t you dare say, “That’s where they beamed her to”

You don’t get to keep on, promoting your lies

When those souls find their rest, your grift dies

This ain’t sci-fi, and you ain’t leading no four orbs revolution

But the families gonna make damn sure your ass pays restitution.

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Tick-tock, tick-tock, the ocean soon speaks

A decade’s horse shit, wiped out in just weeks

Third time’s the charm, and then the charm is gone

All that’s left is the wreckage, truth, and dawn

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the curtain’s drawing closed—

And you’ll be right back to another dude that nobody knows.

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“When they find her - and they will…

You don’t get to rewrite the ending.

You just get to watch it.

And then shut the fuck up, Tray.”