[Intro – 10 sec]
Yeah…
Same fraud, same clown, same cheap illusion.
Lemme break this dude down in high-definition ruin…
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[Verse 1 – 45 sec]
You counterfeit, clown-built, crash-test catastrophe,
Actin’ like a prodigy — you lack half your anatomy.
Talkin’ like you bossin’? Bro, stop with the fantasy,
Your brain’s on vacation while your mouth throws profanity.
You fake every function — no skill, no synergy,
Barely lift a finger but you flex like an enemy.
You crumble when it’s real — that panic hits instantly,
You break more equipment than a glitch in infinity.
You “help,” things worsen — straight sabotage energy,
Every step you take’s like a workplace penalty.
You brag like you matter, but that’s pure delusional chemistry,
If effort was a crime, you’d walk free indefinitely.
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[Hook – 20 sec]
This clueless carnage, target locked, full-on bombardment,
Your whole weak persona gets shredded — no pardon.
You vanish under pressure, your confidence hardened,
Killshot rhythm — you get smoked, not guarded.
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[Verse 2 – 45 sec]
You scroll on your phone like that’s your life-long mission,
But freeze up instantly when someone enters your vision.
Your “work mode” is fiction — a cheap imitation,
You panic like your brain just lost its last installation.
You zero-skill zombie with bargain-bin swagger,
Your confidence inflated but your IQ staggered.
Your minutes look lazy and your hours look backwards,
Even your footsteps sound like they’re walking in hazards.
You ain’t slick, you ain’t sharp — you ain’t foolin’ the day,
You ain’t built for the grind, you just get in the way.
If useless had a league, you’d be drafted to play,
’Cause you mastered doing nothing like it’s minimum pay.
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[Hook – 20 sec]
This clueless carnage, target locked, full-on bombardment,
Your whole weak persona gets shredded — no pardon.
You vanish under pressure, your confidence hardened,
Killshot rhythm — you get smoked, not guarded.
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[Bridge – 25 sec]
You walk in like you’re gifted, but the truth is you’re glitchin’,
Soon as real work drops — you fold, then you’re missin’.
You a part-time thought with a full-time condition,
Of dodgin’ any task that requires ambition.
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[Verse 3 – 40 sec]
Your brain buffering forever — stuck in loading mode,
Two seconds of effort overloads your whole code.
You swear you essential, but that lie’s getting old,
Even a dustpan got more drive and more soul.
Your fake little strut ain’t impressin’ the crew,
Your lies fall apart like a dollar-store glue.
You talk legend-level — but that’s nowhere near true,
You’re a setback disguised in a human costume.
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[Final Hook – 20 sec]
This clueless carnage, target locked, full-on bombardment,
Your whole weak persona gets shredded — no pardon.
You vanish under pressure, your confidence hardened,
Killshot rhythm — you get smoked, not guarded.
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[Outro – 10 sec]
Keep frontin’, keep bluffin’, keep maskin’ that lie…
But every shift exposes you — no effort to hide.
Clueless carnage.
End of your storyline.
MIG1274
