[Verse]
Step into the ring, HypnoticBanger57,
Tracks so wack, fall flat like a short tether,
"Ultimate Chaos," more like ultimate bore,
Bangers ain't bangin', just closin' the door.
[Verse 2]
"Dreams in Stereo," nightmare in mono,
Beats so weak, can't even follow,
"Riding the Fire," but you got no flame,
Bland, repetitive, it's always the same.
[Chorus]
Hypnotic banger ain't shit, ain't no hit,
Crumble under pressure, fold and quit,
Dreams in your head, but no talent wit,
Hypnotic banger ain't shit, ain't legit.
[Verse 3]
Peep "Electric Soul," static no volts,
Lyrics so dry, like readin' cult pamphlets,
"Atomic Nights," fallout from your fallout,
Listen to your tracks, it's a one-way drought.
[Verse 4]
Skip "Beast Mode," wrong code, locked in,
Caged in your mediocrity, can't win,
"Thunderstorm Vibes" like a drizzle on line,
Your music’s fake gold, thought it’d shine, it's decline.
[Chorus]
Hypnotic banger ain't shit, no grip,
Slippin' on your own hype, that's it,
Dreams in your head, but no talent wit,
Hypnotic banger ain't shit, ain't legit.