[Verse 1 – nasal, choppy, Detroit rasp] So talk dat sh!t — bad kids get hit, Talk slick — get bit — I don’t fetch, I sic. I stomp on a prick, turn a punk to a glitch, Flex ya dumb sh!t talkin’ lip off a cliff. Meow meow — scratch marks in the stu’, Hairball bars get coughed on your crew. You bark like a yard dog chained to a post, I’m rabid off leash — foamin’ at the roast. West coast bounce but the rust still showin’, Midwest mouth with the frostbite flowin’. Monotone murder when the hi-hats tick, Sound bored as hell but I bury you quick. You front like you hard — that’s cute lil’ cosplay, Whole tough-guy act from a keyboard roleplay. I don’t even shout — I just deadpan spit, Still knock your confidence out the fit. Look what you made me do — flip that switch, Now the booth smell like burnt-up ego and fear-sweat stench. You asked for the smoke — now cough that in, I exhale venom — you chalk outline thin. [Hook – layered, slightly melodic but angry] Look what you made me do… do… do… Turn calm to cruel when I step in the room. Look what you made me do… do… do… Now your whole brand smell like L in perfume. Talk sh!t — get bit — I don’t miss when I lunge, Meow meow — claws out — blood on your punch. You wanted attention? Cool — here’s the view, Spotlight hot — now it’s cookin’ you too. [Verse 2 – faster, syllables snapping] You act feral but you domestic at best, Soft little paws, lil’ kitten in a vest. I’m alley-cat savage, back-arch manic, Trash-can tactic — unhinged, volcanic. White-trash opera, cracked front tooth grin, Sound half-educated — still educated in wins. You posture, I puncture, you flex, I fracture, You stunt double trouble, I main-event massacre. Bad kids get hit? Nah — bad bars get buried, I carry the weight while your cadence get carried. You petty confetti, spaghetti confessions, I machete through messy aggressive impressions. Talk dat sh!t — go ahead — talk dat loud, You whisper in person, perform for a crowd. I stomp on a prick, metaphorically speakin’, You squeakin’, I creakin’ the door to your weakenin’. Meow meow — hiss in surround sound, Reverb bounce when I drag you down. You clown with a frown and a fake mean mug, I shrug — one shove — now you unplugged. [Bridge – beat drops, sarcastic tone] Aww… look at you puffin’ your chest. That’s adorable. Need a treat? Sit. Good boy. (808 slams back in) [Final Verse – rapid fire, escalating chaos] I spiral a spiral inside of a spiral, Your viral a minute, I permanent tidal. You idle, I rival survival instinct, You think you a threat? I extinct what you think. Look what you made me do — rude and unhinged, Fuse get lit when the boot on your cringe. No front — no cap — no mask — just bite, Monotone voice but the claws still slice. You chatter, I scatter the bones of the weak, You squeal, I peel back the chrome on the beat. Talk sh!t — get bit — that’s law in the wild, You child in denial — I feral and styled. Meow meow — final scratch on the mic, Lowrider bounce with a Detroit strike. You wanted explicit? I kept it tight — Just enough venom to end your night. [Outro – distant echo, mocking purr] Look… what… you… made… me… do… Meow.
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