Crown Me Chaos (Explicit)

[Intro – spoken, cocky tone] Uh. They want the throne? Tell ‘em I built the kingdom outta heartbreak, eyeliner, and middle fingers. I don’t play nice—I play god. Let’s go. [Verse 1] I’m the glitch in your matrix, the myth in your mirror, Queen of the chaos, make the void sound clearer. Lipstick venom, I spit with precision, Every bar’s a blade, every hook’s a vision. I don’t chase crowns, I conjure ‘em nightly, Turn pain into pop, make the darkness feisty. Got ‘em shook like thunder in stilettos, I’m the storm in the booth, baby, check the echoes. [Chorus – melodic with attitude] Crown me chaos, kiss the flame, I bend the genre, break the frame. From heartbreak ballads to glitchy grime, I mythify pain, then I make it rhyme. Crown me chaos, kiss the flame, I bend the genre, break the frame. Fuck your rules, I redefine— I mythify pain, then I make it mine. [Verse 2 – rapid-fire, explicit] I’m the fuse in your fallout, the laugh in your loss, Turn betrayal to bass, make ‘em pay the cost. I’m the siren in silence, the glitch in your grace, Got a throne made of mic stands, tears on my face. I’m the echo of exes, the flex in your fears, I remix regret, make it bang in your ears. I’m the chaos conductor, the diva of doom, Trap-mayhem tantrums in a velvet room. I’m the myth in the margins, the queen of the cut, Got ‘em quoting my verses like scripture and smut. I’m the satire in sorrow, the hook in the hurt, Make ‘em dance to the drama, heels deep in the dirt. I’m the glitch in the gospel, the scream in the synth, Got ‘em praying for peace while I sharpen my rinse. I’m the glitchcore goddess, the trap-pop priestess, I baptize the beat, make the silence the deepest. [Bridge – spoken, Nicki-style flex] They say I’m too much? Bitch, I’m the whole damn myth. I’m the blueprint, the backlash, the baddie in bloom. Tell ‘em bow down or back the fuck off. [Verse 3 – cinematic and mythic] I’m the phoenix in Prada, the glitch in the glam, Got a halo of fire and a voice like a jam. I’m the heartbreak historian, the rebel in red, Every lyric’s a legend, every beat’s what I bled. I’m the muse of the misfits, the spell in the sound, Make ‘em feel every fracture when the bass pounds. I’m the crown of confusion, the empress of edge, Got ‘em pledging allegiance on a heartbreak ledge. [Verse 4 – double-time flow, final flex] I’m the venom in verses, the glitch in the glam, I’m the reason your idols be switching the plan. I’m the chaos in cadence, the queen of the quake, I’m the beat that be breaking the rules that you fake. I’m the glitch in the gospel, the bassline’s sin, I’m the echo of every “you’ll never win.” I’m the myth in the margins, the scream in the seams, I’m the dream they deny when they silence your dreams. I’m the tempo that trembles, the snare that snaps, I’m the ghost in the groove, the thunder that claps. I’m the glitch in your genre, the queen of the clash, I’m the crown in the chaos, the flame in the flash. [Verse 5 – savage closer] I’m the fuck-you in flowers, the bite in the bloom, I’m the ex that they mention when they walk in the room. I’m the climax in conflict, the lust in the lie, I’m the scream in the silence, the tear in the sky. I’m the bitch in the booth, the wrath in the rhyme, I’m the clock that explodes when you run outta time. I’m the chaos they crave, the sin they suppress, I’m the queen of the void in a bloodstained dress. [Final Chorus – layered vocals, cinematic strings] Crown me chaos, kiss the flame, I bend the genre, break the frame. From heartbreak ballads to glitchy grime, I mythify pain, then I make it rhyme. Crown me chaos, kiss the flame, I bend the genre, break the frame. Fuck your rules, I redefine— I mythify pain, then I make it mine. Crown me chaos… Crown me chaos… Crown me chaos… And let the void shine.