[Intro – spoken, cold and deadly like Pac]
Yeah… it’s me, Charlie Kirk.
September 2025, Utah stage lights still burnin’ in my mind.
They thought one bullet could shut me up.
But Candace got the texts, the screenshots, the whole dirty file.
TPUSA snakes, Erika, Harpole — y’all turned on me.
Now I’m ridin’ from the grave.
Picture me rollin’… revenge style.
Let’s go.
[Hook]
They turned on me! (Turned on me!)
TPUSA traitors, sold the dream for a fee!
They turned on me! (Turned on me!)
Widow smilin’, security chief plottin’ — now y’all see!
Candace droppin’ truth like shells from a MAC,
Texts the night before, y’all knew I was marked.
Eye for an eye, like the good book preach,
From the grave I rise — y’all finna bleed!
[Verse 1]
I built this from the dirt, young blood with a vision,
Turning Point USA — kids catchin’ fire, no permission.
Gave y’all salaries, stages, donor checks to cash,
Now you eulogize me at the funeral while laughin’ behind the mask.
Brian Harpole, “security chief”? More like security leak,
Left me wide open so the shadows could creep.
Erika, baby, you was supposed to hold it down,
Instead you flipped the script before they put me in the ground.
Night before Utah, I texted the warning clear:
“They comin’ for the kid, feel it in the atmosphere.”
Y’all called it conspiracy, lone wolf, case closed,
But Candace got the proof — military ghosts, donor money, the whole exposé.
I was too pro-youth, too anti-grift,
Critiqued the wrong donor, questioned Tucker just a bit —
Next thing I know, Bibi love letters in the press,
Cover tracks while my blood stained the stage, no rest.
[Hook]
They turned on me! (Turned on me!)
TPUSA traitors, sold the dream for a fee!
They turned on me! (Turned on me!)
Widow smilin’, security chief plottin’ — now y’all see!
[Verse 2]
Y’all wore black suits, cried on camera for the clout,
Then turned my death into a brand-new bank account.
“Remember Charlie” T-shirts while the real story dies,
But Owens in the lab, pullin’ receipts, openin’ eyes.
I told her years back: “They jealous of the fire I spit,
Young and full of ambition — they want me in a pit.”
Now the youth I raised see the snakes in the grass,
TPUSA turned corporate, forgot the mission fast.
You thought one trigger pull would bury the name,
But truth don’t die — it reloads, brings the flame.
From the other side I’m loadin’ every bar like a clip,
Firin’ at your legacy, watch it all slip.
No more turnin’ point — y’all lost the plot,
Grifters in suits, sold the kids for a spot.
Candace keep diggin’, the world finna know,
I’m laughin’ from the clouds while your empires implode.
[Outro – fading, Pac-style ad-libs]
Yeah… to every backstabber at TPUSA,
Erika, Harpole, the whole fake crew — run, hide, pray.
Candace got the files, the texts, the names,
Charlie Kirk lives in the fight, forever in the flames.
Y’all turned on me…
But the Right Wing Life don’t die.
Revenge is mine…
Thug Life? Nah — Patriot Life.
Out.
(Beat cuts cold. Final gunshot echo.)
