Prompt / Lyrics
she doesn’t plan Or scheme. Her feelings Validate her fucking illusions She thinks She is clever Gossipin’ Impulsively Like, looky- looky- look At me. vents sideways, talks shit out the side of her Fuckin’ mouth Somebody please, hand Her some fuckin’ Toilet paper Bitch, you're embarrasin’ Yourself this ain’t beef, this ain’t smoke, this is me not takin’ Your joke She carries herself like She authorizes her own Bullshit And I am over here Stiflin’ a Laugh She talks in circles, calls it intuition, but it’s just noise wearin’ confidence. Your own voice echoin’ you keep fuckin’ mistakin’ volume for presence, like loud equals lasting. it doesn’t. I don’t jump, I don’t flinch, I just laugh and let you finish. you confuse reaction with impact, feel important ‘cause you fuckin’ Think you shook the air. you stay mistakin’ motion for progress, but you been runnin’ in place the whole time. Remember the Echoin’ voice? This is the Same delusional Line She tells herself She thinks she Is a step ahead When I Shackled that Bitch To the ground You think You are playin’ with me While I shut your whole narrative down. this ain’t beef, this ain’t smoke, this is me not takin’ Your joke She spouts off Thinks Her fuckin’ clownin’ Energy is Funny… Funny how? You mean funny like I’m a clown? I amuse you? Oh, boo-hoo Bitch You just mad No one would Ever chose You You think I Am unaware I long past caught the tell saw through it Giggled, shrugged And said “Fuck it, hell” I don’t jump, I don’t flinch, I just laugh and let you finish.
Tags
genre-indie-rap vocal-female close-mic rythmic-phrasing Production-raw imperfect Guitar-distorted muted Bassline-driving
Duration
2:23
Instrumental
No
Created
1/14/2026