Got My Attention

Oh, you fucked up now.

You really fucked up.

You wanted my attention, now you got it.

Ugh

Lookin’ in the mirror, I don’t fuckin’ flinch I stare

You lie to survive while I slay and kill to repair

Built your career on betrayal, I hate-carved mine through pain

You hid behind filters — I was baptized in the flame

You flexed online, but your soul’s empty — you’re on E

All bark, no bite — you’re a fuckin’ satire parody

Receipts in my pocket, ego on layaway

Time’s up, little bitch — I’m the goddamn Judgment Day

You wore a mask too long, now your face got cracks

I got you in my crosshairs — no going back

You whisper in person, but bark loud in threads

I speak once — gunshot to your fuckin’ head

This ain’t a warning — this is war in war paint

No mercy in the mirror — I’ve got pure hate

Say my name again, little bitch — I’ll skin your verse

Turn your whole fuckin’ world into a fuckin’ hearse

I ain’t just bars — I’m silence after death

I don’t talk — I dismantle with every breath

You rap for clickstreams — I bleed from scars

While you chase clout, I was buyin’ yours and takin’ ours

You ain’t hard — you’re algorithm-made

One convo and you bitch— drowned, dead, delayed

I’m the ghost in your mentions — the knife in your pride

You ran your mouth — now you run and hide

Don’t call it beef — this is a reckoning

I won’t rest till your world’s echoing

In shame, in doubt, in that whispering voice

“Why’d I diss a killer? You had a choice.”

You wanted smoke so I lit your grave

You spit emojis — I carved fate with blades

Your name’s ash — your soul’s in debt

Step you shouldn’t’ve taken — you’ll wish we never met

You pray in silence — but I don’t forgive

I write psalms in blood — I won’t let you live

You joked for clicks — then called my name

Take your medicine, boy — now sit in shame

They told you, “Don’t poke that monster’s chest”

You did it anyway — now die like the rest

This ain’t a clapback — it’s a ritual

Every bar biblical — every loss habitual

You ain’t a villain — just product for sale

A bargain-bin pansy-ass fairy tale

I plant pain like seeds — watch it bloom slow

You drown in dirt while I pile truth and grow

I’ll engrave this verse on your grave in bold

Not “Here lies a rapper” — just: HE WAS FUCKIN’ TOLD

Woo.

I don’t drop mics — I drop bodies in rhyme

You got fifteen seconds — I got eternal time

You went viral off lies — I went silent and trained

Every word I spit’s tattooed with pain

This ain’t art — it’s vengeance on beat

The moment your grave meets digital heat

You died when you typed — now you’re a screen name

Another cloud-chaser burned in flame

No tombstone. No shrine. Just a tale

A ghost with no echo. A queen who failed

Your crew went silent. Stream count flat

Your mom wears black — while I’m breakin’ her back

You should’ve stayed quiet — pride made you stand

Now your world dies by just one man

Don’t fuck with the thunder if you can’t take the storm

Know the name. Know the myth. Know the lore