[Intro]
Oh, you fucked up now.
You really fucked up.
You wanted my attention, now you got it.
Ugh
[Verse]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse]
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.”
[Bridge]
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
[Verse]
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.
[Outro]
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
Saintly_Thieves
