[MAN – VOICE, CASUAL, CONFUSED]
Yo…
I gotta ask you.
Why you call it fuck that bitch 1000 times?
Like, you could’ve said that once. You could’ve left it.
But you made a whole f***in’ album outta it.
What’s the deal, man?
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[YOU – LOW TONE, CONTROLLED ANGER]
You ever been bled out slow?
Smiled at by the person who stabbed you?
Yeah. That’s why.
Fuck that bitch… 1000 times.
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[Beat drops low, dark ambient sound under voice — no drums, just tension]
[YOU – BUILDING INTENSITY]
I said fuck that bitch 1000 times —
In silence.
In songs.
In sessions that smelled like smoke and betrayal.
I said it:
With a pen in my hand and her lie in my throat.
With a verse sharp enough to slit what we had.
I said it:
When I paid her, praised her, played her…
Then erased her.
I said it 300 times in one night,
On the same beat she used to moan to.
I said fuck that bitch in Morse code.
In piano keys.
In 808s that hit like fists.
I said fuck that bitch when she faked forever,
But couldn’t last a season.
I said it with smoke in my lungs,
With venom in my voice,
With my future in her rearview.
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[YOU – FASTER, MORE UNHINGED NOW]
I said it with her name scratched out.
With the text I never sent.
With the wedding we never had.
With the kid we almost made.
With the song she’ll never escape.
I said it 1000 times because once wasn’t enough.
Because pain echoes.
Because she ain’t just a woman — she’s a ghost now.
And every track on this album?
That’s me f***in’ her soul in front of the world.
1000 times.
Through speakers.
Through chants.
Through the same hook she accidentally helped write.
1000 times.
With her friends playing it.
Her enemies quoting it.
Her kid maybe hearing it one day.
1000 times —
And she still gon’ hear it like the first.
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[MAN – LOW, RATTLED VOICE]
Damn.
So this ain’t music to you…
It’s punishment.
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[YOU – FINAL LINE, COLD]
Nah…
It’s legacy.
fkthatbtch