Zero Conscience (Collab w/ UnHuman)

Create a high-contrast drill rap track that intentionally collides opposing worlds, pairing crushing modern 808s, rattling sub-bass, staccato hi-hats, and street-drill drum patterns with elegant Japanese elements like restrained shakuhachi phrases, brittle koto arpeggios, ceremonial taiko echoes, and melodies inspired by traditional scales, while also layering unexpected textures such as distorted choir pads, vinyl crackle, radio chatter, and brief moments of near silence to heighten tension; the production should feel like luxury and violence sharing the same room—clean yet abrasive, ancient yet digital—shifting between minimal cold sections and explosive bass drops, creating a bold juxtaposition where refined tradition and raw modern aggression fuse into one cinematic, confrontational, genre-bending rap anthem

[Intro]
Oh look! It's raining p---- juice!
Mmm, yeah b----, the kitties loose
It's baddie, baddie, shot o'clock, h--!
Ridin' c---- with glocks, yea they know (oh!)
Verse 1
Hold up b----, lemme hit this s--- first. [*inhale*]
Yo, my p---- so high, it's astronomical. 
Two b----es, one d---... it's diabolical.
You actin' like a w----, it's giving mad thirst.
B----, cry bout it more, cuz I ride first, cursed it.
Hot, sexy, fly... hot b---- feelin' on her breasts.
[*yawn*] Tired of talkin' bout d---, just give it, no less.
This is my truth, speakin' on my crimes, finna confess.
Verse 2
It started on December first, and the year was two thousand..
High stakes, high heels, everythin' feelin' brand new.
Gang bangin', drugs and murda, no fear, standing on thou sand.
Deepthroat, cutthroat, baby I ain't got fam, just crew.
It builds character. Look at you, asking "how bland?"
B----, I'm built different, high demand, not like you.
It's over for you, hun, this rhyme spells thou's end.
Tap dat a--, slit yo throat, you ain't one of the lucky few.
Pre-Chorus
This is how bad girls atone their sin.
Rapping, singing, twerking a-- with their kin.
I'll flip the table, light a match, flash a grin.
Your dirty p---- leakin', throw the twat in the bin. 
Chorus
Just another bad b----, zero conscience, all nonsense.
Pistols, glocks, and A.K.'s... Pistols, glocks, and A.K.'s.
My p---- won’t stop poppin’ (pop-pop-pop) like a gateway.
Hating on us top tier b----es, man, it ain't make no sense.
Cryin' over dick like I stole it, damn, c--- you dense.
Pick a side, s---, weak b---- always sittin' on the fence.
Verse 3
Listen— you hear that? Just another hoe b----in' cuz I got her man back.
We can't help that we are big breasted and hot, like a nutsack.
Ain't no pity for the itty-bitty-titty-committee, hoe gon cry.
Whiny little p---- b----, you'd think you're cuttin' onions for stir fry.
Calendar endin' but the beef still cookin'.
One-sided beef, no steak, but I'm still bookin'.
This b---- I'm writin' with be whiter than me.
Um excuse me bitch you are a caucasian, baby.
Verse 4
I think you meant to say cock-asian?
Yeah, we gotta restock blasians.
Titties bouncin', milk drippin', men be slippin' n' sippin'.
Men feelin' up my body, I love it, got my c--- drippin'.
D--- murderin' my p----, leave ah signature with abrasions.
Oriental d---, love you like Shiba, that's pup-asian.
Pet it real good, get that tail spinnin'.
Booty clappin' on the d---, f--- that fat a--, you winnin'.
Breakdown
D--- d--- d--- — bitch I'm addicted.
a-dick-ted! Get it? a-DICK-ted!
TED IS A D---! F--- YOU TED! AND F--- YOUR TINY D--- HEAD!
Who is Ted? Who is he? But who is he?
He a tiny d---ed pr---, that's who he be.
Ooh sis if he want yo p---- you gotta charge a fee.
Cuz ain't no man ride for free, no wee.
Yeah girl, we don't take no charity wee-wee.
Verse 5
Hey sis, how's about we name some d---, some real good d---.
Oh word? I'll start. My n---- Anthony got that big stick.
Mister got that plow, make ah b---- scream like— MEOW! P---- got d---.
My booty so fat, it makes his stick turn hard quick.
Woof woof, turn my head, p---- pantin', Shiba gonna make it stick.
Spreading my booty wide, shoving tongue inside, lick lick.
Suzu on tha mic, spread it wide, slip inside, make me c-- quick.
My mind always on his p----, make him send me d--- pics.
Verse 6
D---, d---, d---. We ride it then we kill it.
Lick, lick, lick. Lick it up and slurp it.
Grip it tight, then slice it thin.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeezin' it, makin' me grin.
Yank, yank, yank, it poppin' off again.
Ooh girl it shouldn't be fallin' off, zombie d---'s a sin.
F--- too deep that d--- gon rot my c---.
Smells worse than a yeast infection, stank the room when I split.
Pre-Chorus
This is how bad girls atone their sin.
Rapping, singing, twerking a-- with their kin.
I'll flip the table, light a match, flash a grin.
Your dirty p---- leakin', throw the twat in the bin. 
Chorus
Just another bad b----, zero conscience, all nonsense.
Pistols, glocks, and A.K.'s... Pistols, glocks, and A.K.'s.
My p---- won’t stop poppin’ (pop-pop-pop) like a gateway.
Hating on us top tier b----es, man, it ain't make no sense.
Cryin' over d--- like I stole it, damn, c--- you dense.
Pick a side, s---, weak b---- always sittin' on the fence.
Hook
It's some Spicyy s---, it's Spicyy.
Spicyy Red on the track, so you know it's real shiesty.
Crusty a-- h--- wanna eat my a-- then fight me.
Make up your mind, h--, you'll never be like me.
Trying your best and you still not the height of me.
Everything you do is a stunt, all in spite of me.
And yo n---- trash but I'll still f--- him for the right fee.
Then put a clip in yo head and sip my iced tea.
Caucasian, you not asian, but yo names Lee.
Cultural appropriation, racist b----, might as well write it on ya tee.
Outro
K so we need an outro.
This s--- already long as f--- though.
Yeah I'm bored.
Let's go suck some d--- on the boulevard, h--.

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[Intro] Oh look! It's raining p---- juice! Mmm, yeah b----, the kitties loose It's baddie, baddie, shot o'clock, h--! Ridin' c---- with glocks, yea they know (oh!) Verse 1 Hold up b----, lemme hit this s--- first. [*inhale*] Yo, my p---- so high, it's astronomical. Two b----es, one d---... it's diabolical. You actin' like a w----, it's giving mad thirst. B----, cry bout it more, cuz I ride first, cursed it. Hot, sexy, fly... hot b---- feelin' on her breasts. [*yawn*] Tired of talkin' bout d---, just give it, no less. This is my truth, speakin' on my crimes, finna confess. Verse 2 It started on December first, and the year was two thousand.. High stakes, high heels, everythin' feelin' brand new. Gang bangin', drugs and murda, no fear, standing on thou sand. Deepthroat, cutthroat, baby I ain't got fam, just crew. It builds character. Look at you, asking "how bland?" B----, I'm built different, high demand, not like you. It's over for you, hun, this rhyme spells thou's end. Tap dat a--, slit yo throat, you ain't one of the lucky few. Pre-Chorus This is how bad girls atone their sin. Rapping, singing, twerking a-- with their kin. I'll flip the table, light a match, flash a grin. Your dirty p---- leakin', throw the twat in the bin. Chorus Just another bad b----, zero conscience, all nonsense. Pistols, glocks, and A.K.'s... Pistols, glocks, and A.K.'s. My p---- won’t stop poppin’ (pop-pop-pop) like a gateway. Hating on us top tier b----es, man, it ain't make no sense. Cryin' over dick like I stole it, damn, c--- you dense. Pick a side, s---, weak b---- always sittin' on the fence. Verse 3 Listen— you hear that? Just another hoe b----in' cuz I got her man back. We can't help that we are big breasted and hot, like a nutsack. Ain't no pity for the itty-bitty-titty-committee, hoe gon cry. Whiny little p---- b----, you'd think you're cuttin' onions for stir fry. Calendar endin' but the beef still cookin'. One-sided beef, no steak, but I'm still bookin'. This b---- I'm writin' with be whiter than me. Um excuse me bitch you are a caucasian, baby. Verse 4 I think you meant to say cock-asian? Yeah, we gotta restock blasians. Titties bouncin', milk drippin', men be slippin' n' sippin'. Men feelin' up my body, I love it, got my c--- drippin'. D--- murderin' my p----, leave ah signature with abrasions. Oriental d---, love you like Shiba, that's pup-asian. Pet it real good, get that tail spinnin'. Booty clappin' on the d---, f--- that fat a--, you winnin'. Breakdown D--- d--- d--- — bitch I'm addicted. a-dick-ted! Get it? a-DICK-ted! TED IS A D---! F--- YOU TED! AND F--- YOUR TINY D--- HEAD! Who is Ted? Who is he? But who is he? He a tiny d---ed pr---, that's who he be. Ooh sis if he want yo p---- you gotta charge a fee. Cuz ain't no man ride for free, no wee. Yeah girl, we don't take no charity wee-wee. Verse 5 Hey sis, how's about we name some d---, some real good d---. Oh word? I'll start. My n---- Anthony got that big stick. Mister got that plow, make ah b---- scream like— MEOW! P---- got d---. My booty so fat, it makes his stick turn hard quick. Woof woof, turn my head, p---- pantin', Shiba gonna make it stick. Spreading my booty wide, shoving tongue inside, lick lick. Suzu on tha mic, spread it wide, slip inside, make me c-- quick. My mind always on his p----, make him send me d--- pics. Verse 6 D---, d---, d---. We ride it then we kill it. Lick, lick, lick. Lick it up and slurp it. Grip it tight, then slice it thin. Squeeze, squeeze, squeezin' it, makin' me grin. Yank, yank, yank, it poppin' off again. Ooh girl it shouldn't be fallin' off, zombie d---'s a sin. F--- too deep that d--- gon rot my c---. Smells worse than a yeast infection, stank the room when I split. Pre-Chorus This is how bad girls atone their sin. Rapping, singing, twerking a-- with their kin. I'll flip the table, light a match, flash a grin. Your dirty p---- leakin', throw the twat in the bin. Chorus Just another bad b----, zero conscience, all nonsense. Pistols, glocks, and A.K.'s... Pistols, glocks, and A.K.'s. My p---- won’t stop poppin’ (pop-pop-pop) like a gateway. Hating on us top tier b----es, man, it ain't make no sense. Cryin' over d--- like I stole it, damn, c--- you dense. Pick a side, s---, weak b---- always sittin' on the fence. Hook It's some Spicyy s---, it's Spicyy. Spicyy Red on the track, so you know it's real shiesty. Crusty a-- h--- wanna eat my a-- then fight me. Make up your mind, h--, you'll never be like me. Trying your best and you still not the height of me. Everything you do is a stunt, all in spite of me. And yo n---- trash but I'll still f--- him for the right fee. Then put a clip in yo head and sip my iced tea. Caucasian, you not asian, but yo names Lee. Cultural appropriation, racist b----, might as well write it on ya tee. Outro K so we need an outro. This s--- already long as f--- though. Yeah I'm bored. Let's go suck some d--- on the boulevard, h--.

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