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(Intro: 0:00-0:45)
(Audio of a deadbolt clicking, heavy wood groaning open. Boots walking on timber.)
(Persona Alpha - Baritone, steady, lethal)
Welcome back, sweetheart. I've been sitting here.
Time to put this on the record.
(Verse 1 - Persona Alpha: The Assessment)
Walked through my front door carrying emotional baggage and plastic sacks.
Claimed her ex treated her like dirt on his tracks.
My lust flared up while my judgment went blind, a deadly mistake.
Drafted into a one-way war for her sake.
Day one she was thanking me, treating my dick like a prize.
By day fourteen, the sex turned into rolling eyes.
Refused to give brain, declined the backshots, just demanded massages.
Claiming the master suite as "ours," leaving hair in my tub like blockages.
Discovered her pills hidden deep in a duffel's seam.
We ain't been skin-to-skin in weeks, so who's the target of this scheme?
She claimed "it regulates my flow," I said "Save that for the fools."
This isn't living together, this is an asylum with no rules.
(Verse 2 - Persona Beta: The Southern Rasp)
Ugh! Trash!
(Cadence shifts to a bouncing, tortured groove)
She started catching "panic attacks" (attacks), weeping over messages from years ago (years ago).
I'm funding the shrink that keeps her affections moving slow (moving slow).
She demands "vulnerability" at 3 AM on a weeknight.
Talking 'bout her absent father, while my wood's ignored in plain sight.
Bought her a pup, hoping it'd give her a goal, a distraction.
Now I'm the one bagging up Frenchie turds, losing all satisfaction.
She stepped in with an aura, but the power's been drained.
Now my crib just reeks of marijuana and someone unhinged.
What does she bring to the table? A bloody tampon in a stuffed bin.
And ignoring me completely when my libido kicks in.
Fuck!
(Bridge - Conversational Break)
(Audio of a tab popping on a tallboy, a deep gulp.)
(Persona Alpha, casual but terrifying)
You realize what carries the highest price tag on earth?
Complimentary pussy.
Because it never comes without a cost.
It's an initial deposit.
On a lifelong loan of suffering.
I'm the lender.
And you... are facing an eviction notice.
(Verse 3 - Persona Alpha: The Audit)
So I opened a spreadsheet. In my phone, like a damn fool.
Tallied up the headaches. Let's review the rules.
"June 14th: Wept during rom-coms, ordered expensive sushi. Forty bucks."
"June 20th: Claimed I was 'too aggressive.' Banished to the sofa. My spine, it sucks."
"July 4th: Refused the cookout, needed 'time to heal.' Ruined the holiday. Unreal."
"Perpetual: Drains the water heater. My morning washes are military freezes."
You're a charity case leeching off my hard-earned wealth.
A psychological pyramid scheme, draining my mental health.
You aren't a companion, you're a bad debt wrapped in my hoodie.
A gorgeous, deadbeat tragedy.
(Verse 4 - Persona Beta: The Cut-Off)
Yeah... So I turned off the faucet.
(Sluggish, calculated delivery)
No more UberEats on my card (nah). Stashed the Roku clicker out of sight (where?).
Started clocking "extra hours," really at the gentleman's club getting right.
Walked in smelling like cheap vanilla and bad choices, let the scent linger.
She asked, "Are you cheating?" I said, "Nah, just finding the pride you let slip through your fingers, you demon."
Quit taking her to the mattress, started hitting it standing in the tile.
Fast and freezing, zero intimacy, just taking back my alpha style.
She labeled it "toxic withdrawal," I called it "prep for the solo life."
The only thing she's straddling lately is the dramatic tension and the strife.
(The Reveal: Outro - 2:30 cinematic sequence)
(The instrumental strips down to a single, echoing, warped bass thud and a distant wailing siren.)
(Persona Alpha)
You wanted the punchline, sweetheart? Here it drops.
I saw right through you that evening you faked tears at the lounge.
My boy Marcus had you in '22. He let me read the messages. The exact same scripts.
The luggage. The "nowhere to sleep" sob story. The damn plastic bags.
It's a hustle. You execute it every year and a half when your funds evaporate.
You hunt for a homeowner with a sympathetic pulse.
You unpack. You freeze him out. You rack up "mental distress" until he snaps and buys your exit.
A pure scam.
(The track goes completely dead. Absolute silence for 5 seconds.)
(Persona Beta, but chillingly stripped of the accent - the authentic voice)
So I played the flawless victim.
I opened the door.
I logged every sentence.
Every fake sob.
Every deception.
(Audio of a dictaphone engaging. HER voice plays back, slightly fuzzy: "...he was so toxic, I just require a sanctuary for a bit...")
(Persona Beta resumes)
See, my attorney's been consulting me from the jump.
This isn't a breakup.
This is a racketeering charge.
You aren't a houseguest.
You're a serial fraud.
And I... am the exhibit A.
(Audio of two heavy, official fists pounding on the door: THUD. THUD.)
(Persona Alpha, returning for one last breathy delivery)
Checkmate.
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GeneratedJun 10, 2026
Duration5:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
Unapologetic, explicit hardcore rap. Merging the venomous anger of Ice Cube's "No Vaseline" with the soulful, agonizing street-grit of Kevin Gates' "Satellites." The beat creeps at a sinister 75 BPM. Sub-bass vibrations hit the ribs like a sledgehammer. Scattered, warped piano loops sound ripped straight from a slasher flick. Snares crack like gunfire. Hi-hats are scarce, utilized strictly for rhythmic suspense. The vocal performance is a dual-persona masterclass: Persona Alpha delivers a cold, articulate, and ruthless baritone filled with disgust. Persona Beta brings a Southern-fried, raspy cadence, singing through the pain with explosive, unfiltered ad-libs ("Bitch!", "Fuck!"). Zero melodic hooks. The mix is purposely unpolished and dry, pushing the vocals so far up front it feels like a physical threat. The overall mood is suffocating, volatile, and strictly R-rated.
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PrinceShawn
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