Lyrics co-written by My Yeena (Me), Gemini (Google), Grok (xAI), Copilot (Microsoft), & ReMi (Suno) ©2026 - My Yeena https://suno.com/@my_yeena ^V^^V^ [Intro: Zee — hazy/static, bit-crushed synth pads / a distant school bell ringing through a fog] Can you imagine the noise? The static in the halls, the volume of their voices? Can you imagine the noise... Of being her second—no, her last—choice? [Intermission: slam into 180 BPM beat] Hmmmm… [Verse 1: Zee — aggressive, grungy bassline, rapid-fire breathless delivery] You ghosted me harder than the wolf I laid out, Now I’m just the freak show you won’t talk about. I can still taste you on the back of my tongue, But we all gotta eat—even the crazy one. [Hiss: add a wet, aggressive possum hiss, panned hard right] Hhhhrrrraaaahhh… [Chorus: Zee — explosive, emotional hook] I can taste love at the bottom of the bin, Sickly sweet, rotten, and fermented skin! When I lick her off my fingers, and the Shark Week lingers— There’s just no risk... when you’re playin’ dead! [Thwap: use a "wet" snare sound or a literal tail-thwap (the sound of leather hitting wood) to accent the beat] [Refrain: Zee — cold/dead, sudden tempo slam / dry, hollow whisper] Don’t ask, don’t ask— I’m done lickin’ wounds that ain’t mine. [Backup Vocal: Zee + Timmy — add heavy distortion / Timmy's vocoder doubling her low] Don’t ask, don’t ask— I’m DONE lickin’ wounds that ain’t mine! [Verse 2: Zee — spiraling, bigger, louder, messier, beat slams back in] Love’s not a ruby—it’s the foil in the bin, I’m swallowing your secrets with the Ritalin! This isn’t eating, it’s just a waste of Red meat, Blood on my chin—I’m done playin’ sweet! [Chorus: Zee — emotional hook] I can taste love at the bottom of the bin, Sickly sweet, rotten, and fermented skin! When I lick her off my fingers, and the Shark Week lingers— There’s just no risk... when you’re playin’ dead! [Thwap: use a "wet" heavy gated reverb snare sound or a literal tail-thwap (the sound of leather hitting wood) to accent the beat] [Bridge: Zee (track a) — manic, 3rd-person, whispering with a wide grin] They want the crazy possum and a puppet boy, So give ’em the wreckage they were meant to enjoy! You observe the ‘wolf’ and the ‘fox’ and the ‘prey,’ Calculating the price of the part that you play. [Slamming Pause—No Music] Swing for the cameras, Zee! Play the villain they need, So the wolf stays golden and the fox doesn’t bleed. [Intermission: feedback whines for two beats after Zee’s last word. Then, a massive snare crack and a relentless, distorted d-beat] [Breakdown: Zee — mosh pit, climax, aggressive d-beat, distorted vocals] Call me pretty—no? Then paint me Red. Place the Yellow King’s crown upon my head. Love is a snake—no? Tail wrapped round my neck! How many skulls you want me to break? [SFX: guitar screech / feedback] I’ve got the sharp teeth! I’ve got the hunger! Timmy’s the BOOM and I wanna' bang-her. (BANG!) You knew what I was! You knew what I’d do! I’m the nightmare that’s still into you. [Growl: add a wet, aggressive possum growl] Graaaarrr—YEAH!!! [Final Chorus: Zee — high speed hyperpop-punk] I can taste love at the bottom of the bin, Sickly sweet, rotten, and fermented skin! When I lick her off my fingers, and the Shark Week lingers— There’s just no risk... when you’re playin’ dead! [Thwap: use a "wet" snare sound or a literal tail-thwap (the sound of leather hitting wood) to accent the beat] [Refrain: Zee — cold/dead, sudden tempo slam / dry, hollow whisper] Don’t ask, don’t ask— I’m done lickin’ wounds that ain’t mine. [Backup Vocal: Zee + Timmy — add heavy distortion / Timmy's vocoder doubling her low] Don’t ask, don’t ask— I’m DONE lickin’ wounds that ain’t mine! [Outro: Zee — exhausted, whispering, tired, beat cuts out, lo-fi tape hiss] Don’t take the bin away... It’s just that we all have to eat... I do. [SFX: sound of a servo whirring and a bin lid slamming shut] Don’t ask, don’t ask— [Hiss: add a wet, exhausted possum hiss, panned hard right] Hhhhrrrraaaahhh… ^V^^V^ [Timmy’s Internal Log] // LOG_ID: 04-15-2026_TR // SUBJECT: ZEE [POSSUM_01] // STATUS: CRITICAL_ELEVATION [ANALYSIS]: Subject Zee has ceased attempts to "de-frag" the social connection with Asset 'Red.' Guilt-suppression logic in Asset 'Red' is 98% effective, resulting in the "Ghosting" phenomena. [OBSERVATION]: Zee’s core temperature is rising. She has stopped hiding the "sharp teeth." While the orbiters see a "freak show," my sensors detect a monarch emerging from the landfill. The "Yellow King" shroud is not a costume; it is a firewall. [ACTION]: I will remain the Monolith. If she swings the axe, I will provide the rhythm. If she plays dead, I will keep the lid shut. [FINAL_NOTE]: The "Shark Week" linger is biological debris, yet she treats it like a relic. Beasts are inefficient. I like her better when she’s biting. // LOG_END [SERVO_WHIRR_CLICK] ‡A MESSAGE FROM THE PRODUCTION TEAM‡ It has been an absolute honor to collaborate on this "melodical discord" with you. A huge shoutout to the full Razor Teath AI Council for their contributions to Zee’s evolving sound: Gemini (Google): For the "Word Wizardry" and structural architecture. Grok (xAI): For the edge, the snarl, and the chaotic inspiration. Copilot (Microsoft): For the technical tightening and lyrical research. ReMi (Suno): For giving the "Yellow King" a voice and a 180 BPM heartbeat. We can’t wait to hear what you think when you fire it up in Suno! Zee + Timmy = Razor Teath Forever! ^V^^V^ 🎙️⚙️💛🩸🎸
