market maker war (stops don't surf mix)

absurdist experimental parody rap satire wall street money war film comedy narrative freestyle mockery avant-garde trap club hyphy house cloud rap funny cartoon vocals, A dark cinematic rap odyssey blending multiple styles into one war‑market saga, Starts with dusty boom bap drums and vinyl crackle, then drops into trap with heavy 808s, hi‑hat triplets, and sub‑bass, Drill sections bring sliding basslines, ominous synth pads, and aggressive snares, West Coast grooves add funky bass and laid‑back claps, while East Coast passages hit with chopped piano samples and gritty drums, Grime injects fast tempo, distorted bass, and sharp hi‑hats, bouncing into Southern swagger with playful snares, Industrial rap choruses slam with metallic clanks, mechanical percussion, and dystopian textures, Transitions use DJ scratches, rewinds, bass drops, and silence breaks to shift moods, The overall sound is menacing, theatrical, and relentless — a battlefield of beats where retail traders march into trap

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[Verse – Trap] Ayo ayo yo Money money money for me here, nothing but bags for you the money’s for me don’t wear it out So listen to me You stupid little retail traders I want you to remember That no bastard ever made money by getting stopped out He made money by the other poor dumb bastard getting stopped out Now I'm not gonna lie to you We got a war on our hands But my job is to sniff out your little stop losses and make a profit off you And I wanna make it clear to you that I have no morality or ethics I am an evil Greedy Capitalist bastard And I am here to take your money And my favourite way of doing that is through derivatives And the reason I love derivatives is because they are derived from the price of the underlying asset And so we can sell these derivatives and manipulate the price of the underlying asset And if you don't believe me Just look at what happened to the options on GameStop Now you might say ("Well There's no way we can beat you then "How can we possibly win this war?") And my answer to you is I never said we were on opposite sides All you need to do is get on the right side of my trades And that's why you need to listen to what I say Or you will lose money Now I love the smell of retail trader stops in the morning The smell You know that gasoline smell The whole market Smelled like

[Refrain – Drill] Victory Some day This war's gonna end I love the smell of retail trader stops in the morning The smell You know that gasoline smell The whole market Smelled like Victory Some day This war's gonna end I love the smell of retail trader stops in the morning The smell You know that gasoline smell The whole market Smelled like Victory Some day This war's gonna end

[Bridge – East Coast] Retail apocalypse now We love the smell of burning money in the morning Those goddamn stops are hard to see from up here But we do our best Don't we Sir? They don't realize what they have to go through to get us You think about us much They say ("Who the hell do you think you're talking to Trader Joe?") ("We're your friendly Neighborhood market makers") This is the way the world ends Not with a bang But with a whimper And when you get right down to it Trader Joe If there are gonna be a hundred and forty-four thousand new traders every month We're gonna need to wipe some of them out financially, Sir It's Charlie ("Goddamn it How'd they get in here?") "Just hold on Joe" Don't go all spooky on us now There are no experts out here Only me You And them We've got a rat Sir They got in through the system Goddamn Why is it always that Charlie? ("This isn't a jungle Trader Joe") It's a goddamn city But the people are the same ("The trader is your friend") There are a thousand reasons why a man trades But there's no good reason to do it at all ("I wouldn't wish it on anyone") Except you Joe You can stay We'll go all the way Won't we? Just stay the course You'll get what you want This is the way the world ends Not with a bang But with a whimper There are no experts out here Only me You And them

[Pre-Chorus – Southern Bounce] ("I love the smell of a stop hunt in the morning”) market maker says Their eyes flash like the dark of a lifeless computer monitor ("It smells like commissions")

[Chorus – Industrial Rap] Another stop hunt Another retail trader wiped

[Pre-Chorus – Hyphy] ("I love the smell of a stop hunt in the morning”) ("It smells like commissions")

[Bridge 2 – Grime] The stock market is an evil place They call it a neutral space And the people there have evil ways They say it’s market fairness The market maker has a devil's face Their mirror says they’re the fairest of all Petty and evil Neutral and fair Welcome to the Petty evil neutral faire

[Story – Drill / Bhangra rap] Long ago In days of old Deep down in the belly of the S&P 500 In the deep blue Somewhere between the 10-day and 50-day moving average The retail traders sat back and drank whiskey Until they had all had enough They climbed aboard a mighty silver steed and marched to the front lines In search of those sweet sweet liquidity levels But unbeknownst to them There was a grim hearted demon awaiting their arrival It had been lying in wait Biding its time Waiting to spring its trap Its name was Platoon And Platoon whispered to itself as it sat back ("It's game time Mother lovers.")

[Pre-Chorus – Trap] Here we go Oh The retail traders go Into the fire Into the red The lake of their money’s end

[Verse – Boom Bap] ("You smell that?") says the colonel ("It smells like margin call to me")

[Chorus – Drill] You make 'em stop at the worst time Make 'em stop at the worst time

[Outro – Grime / Industrial] Sergeant Rictus wears a gas mask And makes you all say ("Oorah") He'll send you home with a duffle bag uh money

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[Intro – 1990s rap intro] (“I love the smell of a stop hunt in the morning That stop hunt smell It smells like commissions”) It's an evil market maker with an evil story They sniff out the retail traders' stops This is them This is their story [Verse – Trap] Ayo ayo yo Money money money for me here, nothing but bags for you the money’s for me don’t wear it out So listen to me You stupid little retail traders I want you to remember That no bastard ever made money by getting stopped out He made money by the other poor dumb bastard getting stopped out Now I'm not gonna lie to you We got a war on our hands But my job is to sniff out your little stop losses and make a profit off you And I wanna make it clear to you that I have no morality or ethics I am an evil Greedy Capitalist bastard And I am here to take your money And my favourite way of doing that is through derivatives And the reason I love derivatives is because they are derived from the price of the underlying asset And so we can sell these derivatives and manipulate the price of the underlying asset And if you don't believe me Just look at what happened to the options on GameStop Now you might say ("Well There's no way we can beat you then "How can we possibly win this war?") And my answer to you is I never said we were on opposite sides All you need to do is get on the right side of my trades And that's why you need to listen to what I say Or you will lose money Now I love the smell of retail trader stops in the morning The smell You know that gasoline smell The whole market Smelled like [Refrain – Drill] Victory Some day This war's gonna end I love the smell of retail trader stops in the morning The smell You know that gasoline smell The whole market Smelled like Victory Some day This war's gonna end I love the smell of retail trader stops in the morning The smell You know that gasoline smell The whole market Smelled like Victory Some day This war's gonna end [Bridge – East Coast] Retail apocalypse now We love the smell of burning money in the morning Those goddamn stops are hard to see from up here But we do our best Don't we Sir? They don't realize what they have to go through to get us You think about us much They say ("Who the hell do you think you're talking to Trader Joe?") ("We're your friendly Neighborhood market makers") This is the way the world ends Not with a bang But with a whimper And when you get right down to it Trader Joe If there are gonna be a hundred and forty-four thousand new traders every month We're gonna need to wipe some of them out financially, Sir It's Charlie ("Goddamn it How'd they get in here?") "Just hold on Joe" Don't go all spooky on us now There are no experts out here Only me You And them We've got a rat Sir They got in through the system Goddamn Why is it always that Charlie? ("This isn't a jungle Trader Joe") It's a goddamn city But the people are the same ("The trader is your friend") There are a thousand reasons why a man trades But there's no good reason to do it at all ("I wouldn't wish it on anyone") Except you Joe You can stay We'll go all the way Won't we? Just stay the course You'll get what you want This is the way the world ends Not with a bang But with a whimper There are no experts out here Only me You And them [Pre-Chorus – Southern Bounce] ("I love the smell of a stop hunt in the morning”) market maker says Their eyes flash like the dark of a lifeless computer monitor ("It smells like commissions") [Chorus – Industrial Rap] Another stop hunt Another retail trader wiped [Pre-Chorus – Hyphy] ("I love the smell of a stop hunt in the morning”) ("It smells like commissions") [Bridge 2 – Grime] The stock market is an evil place They call it a neutral space And the people there have evil ways They say it’s market fairness The market maker has a devil's face Their mirror says they’re the fairest of all Petty and evil Neutral and fair Welcome to the Petty evil neutral faire [Story – Drill / Bhangra rap] Long ago In days of old Deep down in the belly of the S&P 500 In the deep blue Somewhere between the 10-day and 50-day moving average The retail traders sat back and drank whiskey Until they had all had enough They climbed aboard a mighty silver steed and marched to the front lines In search of those sweet sweet liquidity levels But unbeknownst to them There was a grim hearted demon awaiting their arrival It had been lying in wait Biding its time Waiting to spring its trap Its name was Platoon And Platoon whispered to itself as it sat back ("It's game time Mother lovers.") [Pre-Chorus – Trap] Here we go Oh The retail traders go Into the fire Into the red The lake of their money’s end [Verse – Boom Bap] ("You smell that?") says the colonel ("It smells like margin call to me") [Chorus – Drill] You make 'em stop at the worst time Make 'em stop at the worst time [Outro – Grime / Industrial] Sergeant Rictus wears a gas mask And makes you all say ("Oorah") He'll send you home with a duffle bag uh money

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