She No Hot, Album No Rich - Cactus Called It

Yo, Viper dropped this mess, part five in the chain,

Cactus Malpractice hit play, now he in pain.

Worst album ever? He said it with chest,

I’m ’bout to bury this trash, put it to rest.

Title so dumb, “I No She Hot, She No I’m Rich 5,”

Grammar on life support, barely alive.

You made five of these? Same name, no shame,

Cactus laughed so hard, he forgot his own name.

“What a name for your album,” he said in the vid,

Thought it was fire? Nah, that’s just skid.

Repetitive swag, low-pitched and weak,

You call that a flex? Man, that’s antique.

She no hot, album no rich,

Cactus reviewed it, called it a bitch.

Worst ever made, he crowned you the king,

Of hot garbage piles, let the bells ring!

I no care ‘bout your wealth, she no impressed,

This track so bad, it failed the test.

Cactus quit Viper, said “I’m done with this clown,”

Absolute meltdown, takin’ you down!

Beat sound like it was made in five minutes flat,

Lyrics ‘bout nothin’, just “swag” and “that’s that.”

Chronicle swag? Historical regista?

Thorough lighted? Bro, what is this fiesta?

Cactus sittin’ there, regrettin’ the click,

“Why do I do this to myself?” – that’s the sick.

You the case in point, worse than the last,

He played your joint, now it’s in the past.

He said it’s one of the most recent Viper flops,

Real albums? Yeah, but this one’s props… for bein’ the bottom.

No structure, no bars, just a hot mess parade,

Cactus declared: “My time with Viper has fade.”

You thought you rich? Nah, pockets on empty,

This album so broke, it ain’t even tempt me.

Cactus Malpractice, torch in his hand,

Lit up your tape, burned it across the land.

52K views on the roast, they agree,

This ain’t music, it’s auditory debris.

So take your five titles, stack ’em real high,

Then watch Cactus wave permanent goodbye.

She no hot, you no rich, album straight trash,

Cactus said it first – now feel the backlash!

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