

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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.
3:57
No
4/10/2026