(Intro — feedback howl, drum stick count, breath in mic)
Yeah.
Say your name once more —
I dare you.
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(Chorus — screamed, jagged melody)
I got teeth marks where your voice used to live,
Got a fist full of hate and nothing to forgive.
You left rot in my chest like a nail in the wood,
I ain’t broken — I’m just meaner than I should.
I don’t want you dead, I just want you erased,
Like a bad taste burned off my face.
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(Verse 1 — rap, hard, clipped delivery)
Yeah, you talk like a saint but you move like a snake,
All charm, all grin, all fraud, all fake.
You fed off my trust like it came in a jar,
Now I keep every heart at the end of a bar.
You ain’t deep, you just loud, you ain’t real, you just slick,
You the reason I flinch every time someone’s nice.
I gave you my back, you put teeth in the bone,
Now I walk like I’m ready for war in my home.
You ain’t special — you’re a lesson in scars,
A cheap little ghost riding shotgun in cars.
I don’t chase you, I don’t need you, I don’t care if you choke,
But your name still burn like a match in my throat.
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(Pre-Chorus — low, dangerous, almost spoken)
I don’t pray for revenge…
I just wait for the day
Your reflection don’t recognize your face.
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(Chorus — louder, band slams in)
I got teeth marks where your voice used to live,
Got a fist full of hate and nothing to forgive.
You left rot in my chest like a nail in the wood,
I ain’t broken — I’m just meaner than I should.
I don’t want you dead, I just want you erased,
Like a bad taste burned off my face.
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(Verse 2 — rap, faster, angrier, spiraling)
Yeah, you built your throne out of lies and applause,
Now you choke on the echo of your own applause.
You ain’t hurt me — nah, you trained me instead,
Now I see every knife before it’s raised to my head.
I don’t scream, I don’t cry, I don’t beg, I don’t fold,
I just carry your memory dipped in the cold.
You the reason my trust got a body count now,
Every handshake feel like a countdown.
I ain’t healing — I’m sharpening edges,
Turned your damage into loaded sentences.
Every word that I spit got rust on the blade,
Every beat sound like dirt on a grave.
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(Bridge — stripped, then explosive)
(Quiet, breath in mic)
You ever notice…
The worst people never think they’re the villain?
(Beat drops back, scream)
SO I’LL BE YOURS IF YOU NEED ONE
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(Final Chorus — chaotic, throat-ripping)
I got teeth marks where your voice used to live,
Got a head full of static and a life full of grit.
You left rot in my chest but I learned how to breathe,
Now the poison you gave just fuels what I speak.
I don’t want your love, I don’t want your peace —
I just want your shadow off my street.
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(Outro — feedback + muttered voice)
Yeah…
You didn’t kill me.
You just made me louder.