King of Scars

[Intro]
Dark grin
Red grin
Joker jaw
Let’s begin (yeah)
[Verse 1]
King of scars
Crown crooked on my head
Harley on my arm
Smear lipstick red
Dark city in my chest
Every block, every debt
Got a tear on my cheek
That I never let wet
Legit exquisite
But I came from the gutter
Turned pain into fashion
Turned rage into color
Alexander on the tag
But the heart still cheap
Counterfeit halos
On the gang, no sleep
Old farm-house
Turned stash in the floor
Whiskey in the jar
Devil posted at the door
Laugh like a villain
When the lights go black
You can follow my trail
Just the chips and the cracks (ha)
[Chorus]
She singin’ like
“Boy, you’re playin’ with the dark, dark fire”
Scars on your hands
Match the burn in your eyes, liar
You the king of scars
With a throne built out of sin
But I keep comin’ back
Like Harley to her Joker grin
(I keep fallin’, fallin’)
Every bruise, every bar you spit
(I keep crawlin’, crawlin’)
To the king of scars, I’m lit
[Verse 2]
Hard rap
Heart black
Every bar like brass
Chopper in my tongue
Watch the syllables blast
Click-clack thoughts
I’ma rapid-fire fiend
Break a sixteen
Into six lil’ guillotines
Whiskey in my veins
I’ma wildfire walker
Farm dust on my boots
But my mind get darker
Pull up in the drip
Lookin’ sick, obscene
Blood on the sole
Of the McQueen, so clean
Harley in the passenger
Laugh so loud
Blue and pink streaks
Stand out in the crowd
She say, “You ain’t legit
You a counterfeit king”
But she dance to the damage
When I step in the ring (yeah)
[Chorus]
She singin’ like
“Boy, you’re playin’ with the dark, dark fire”
Scars on your hands
Match the burn in your eyes, liar
You the king of scars
With a throne built out of sin
But I keep comin’ back
Like Harley to her Joker grin
(I keep fallin’, fallin’)
Every bruise, every bar you spit
(I keep crawlin’, crawlin’)
To the king of scars, I’m lit
[Bridge]
[Beat drops, echoing choir under vocals]
You wear your hurt
Like high-end threads
Every stitch, every rip
All the words unsaid
In that old farm kitchen
Where the walls still lean
You were dreamin’ of a crown
And a fashion scene
Now it’s dark, dark windows
And a cracked gold ring
You the king of scars
I’m addicted to the sting (oh)
[Verse 3]
Back to the city
Where the alleys know my name
Turn trauma into trophies
Every loss into game
Hard rap, fast tongue
Let me up that speed
I’ma carve my creed
While the cowards all bleed
Look—
I was raised in the dust
Now I blaze on the cusp
Every page that I crush
Put my pain in a rush
I’m a blade in the brush
You a fade, just a blush
I’m the rage in the hush
When the crowd go—
Shhh
Then they scream my sins
Harley in the rafters
With the wicked little grin
Tears on the floor
But we toast that ache
Whiskey to the scars
For the ones that break
[Chorus]
She singin’ like
“Boy, you’re playin’ with the dark, dark fire”
Scars on your hands
Match the burn in your eyes, liar
You the king of scars
With a throne built out of sin
But I keep comin’ back
Like Harley to her Joker grin
(I keep fallin’, fallin’)
Every bruise, every bar you spit
(I keep crawlin’, crawlin’)
To the king of scars, I’m lit

rap, Gritty trap-rap banger with aggressive male chopper verses over ominous orchestra stabs, distorted bass, and sharp hi-hats; female vocals float on a smoky, melodic hook with airy pads and distant choirs. Track opens sparse then stacks ad-libs and backing chants, hitting a huge, echoing chorus before dropping into a double-time finale. Think cinematic darkness, swagger-heavy drums, and dramatic stops for punchline bars.