Honey Trap

(Vinyl crackle → wet lips sound → banjo plucked with a finger dipped in water)

"She don’t ask for nothin’…

She just takes it."

(Acoustic guitar, slow burn, nasal drawl)

"Met her at the honky-tonk where the whiskey burns slow,

She slid up on my stool like a sin with a show.

Said, ‘Baby, you look like trouble,’ then licked the salt off my neck—

Now I’m the one beggin’ while she’s the one who’s left.

She don’t fuck like a woman—she fucks like a storm,

Lightnin’ strikes then she’s gone before the thunder forms.

I woke up with her lips on my dick, her nails in my back,

And a notepad on the nightstand with my name crossed off like a task."

(808s slam, snare like a whip crack, breathy ad-libs)

"OH, YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE MAN?

*BABY, I’M THE HURRICANE IN YOUR DAMN!

I’ll got you chokin’ on my tits, then drownin’ in my pussy—

By the time I’m done, you’ll be prayin’ for the graveyard rusty!

She’ll watch from the bar, all jealous and dry,

While I’m got your balls deep in my throat— SLURP! —now you’re mine to destroy!

I DON’T SHARE THE TOYS, BOY—

YOU JUST LIVE IN THE BOX!"

(Guitar feedback, beat drops to a broken waltz)

"Found her diary under the bed—pages of names,

‘John,’ ‘Dave,’ ‘Pastor Jim’… then my turn in red.

She marked me with a star, like I was her prize,

But stars don’t shine when they’re burnin’ to the ground.

She’ll ride you ‘til your back’s raw, then spit in the cut,

Say, ‘That’s for doubtin’ I was built for ruin.’

I tried to walk—she laughed, called me weak,

Now I’m chained to her bedpost, bleedin’ where she leaves her teeth."

(Beat cuts, then explodes with distorted gospel choir in background)

"OH, YOU THINK YOU’RE SMART NOW?

**BOY, I’M THE REASON YOU AREN’T!

I’ll got you screamin’ like a church mouse in the pulpit,

Every damn night ‘til your voice gives out— OHHH! *—that’s the truth!

*They’ll all be watchin’, all beggin’ for a turn,*

But I’m the only one who knows how to burn you clean.

YOU’RE NOT THE MAN—YOU’RE THE LESSON,

*AND I’M THE TEACHER WITH NO LENSON!"

(Sudden silence → whip crack → male groan → female cackles → beat drops into trap)

Male (screaming): *"I *CAN’T—!!"

Female (laughing, over): "Oh, you can…

You just won’t."

(Beat drops into polyrhythmic breakdown with moans, chains rattle, and a record scratch.)

Male (whispered, broken):

"Now I’m just a name on her list…

Another soul she collected…"

Female (singing, sweetly):

(Banjo plays one last note → zipper unzips → static)

"Mmmm… perfect."