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Im good I know it I aint gotta wait for you to clap son I dont really care for your reaction If theyre bringing energy Im going atom Just one nudge on this Demons Core thats it Thought it was safe till it wasnt a fast switch A fraction off tilt and youre playing with balance Now its chain on chain are you ready to start shit Cross that line an your face fractures an calm gets plastered an stripped with this shit starting sparks in the hearts of reactors quarks an panic got this stick running hot make your pulse go frantic an one wrong twitch and your brain goes static cos aint no control rods packed in so when the arks start it gets active an one wrong glitch an it splits an this bastard blasts on the beat so start with your lips an well be bringing out the blues flashing Aint no bunker no shielding an no safe exit route You can run motherfucker but this hum still comes with marie curated residue Im the doctor so dont be asking professor who cos bare chest faithll get your full frame lifted an im the dead mans switch an the fallouts bout to get twisted lit an wicked One more shove an lets get the thing flipping prompt critical now tell these fuckers who the one that runs this shit is Im good I know it I aint gotta wait for you to clap son I dont really care for your reaction If theyre bringing energy Im going atom Just one nudge on this Demons Core thats it Thought it was safe till it wasnt a fast switch A fraction off tilt and youre playing with balance Now its chain on chain are you ready to start shit Think you have nerve till the nerve get tested an hold that grin till the dead light pressed it but cools measured by the inch so it gets reckless when theres blue in the chamber put truth in the metrics an screwdriver faith in a room full of pressure if you half step an slip an the full thing entered cos margin got thin an then the fear got centred an the glass in your stare bigger when the flux thicker but lead on the wall dont mean you found shelter motherfucker Ill melt you with heat in the bones that get the calcium latice panicking an Im the dose in the dark let the blood learn kinematic an aint saving you when your skin start crawling an your ribs get chromatic an the myth gets vivid an your jaw start glowing but your pulse wont listen so if you wannit we can turn Suno to an altar in an instant Prompt critical now tell these fuckers to hang the crown round the head of the guy that did it Want me to bow or can you reach it Im good I know it I aint gotta wait for you to clap son I dont really care for your reaction If theyre bringing energy Im going atom Just one nudge on this Demons Core thats it Thought it was safe till it wasnt a fast switch A fraction off tilt and youre playing with balance Now its chain on chain are you ready to start shit I aint bringing a bang to Suno you dickhead Im bringing nuclear winter to it so when the sky goes dark over everybodys music an whole feed freezes you know who did it when my fallout rolls in to it without a gemini gimmic this guys just taking a huge loss of life with it one bright flash to bring a long ass night with it where noone win it but this is bringing a different shift to the climate so wrap up cos all you desprate dicks gonna have to write within it cos Im changing the weather that the weak breathe in leaving ash in the lungs where the bassline hits but the black snow falls further than where the shockwave shifts an your gonna need lead lined lungs if the core stays split an the ghost bloom spreads as your half life rips an the dead light kiss an the red light clicks an the safe glass cricks make your world go white an your skin go slick an make your eye balls drip an your clothes burn quick an your shadow stick to the brick a whole silhouettes where the lyrical scorching skillerette traced so try an walk clean through the poisoned rain while your tongue tastes pennies and your spit turns bitter and your breath cuts short as the air gets thinner and your lungs misfire when the pulse runs splintered and your jaw locks tight while your breathing goes shallow and your ears ring thin like a struck chrome panel and your function declines when the variables shift and your constants collapse where the tolerance slips and the baseline drifts through the 808 rifts and your system overloads when the gradient lifts and your model melts down while the signal drops and your pattern corrupts and your timing gets lost when the pressure disrupts and your motor wont answer when the output cuts and your logic loops hard when the baseline jumps and your frame starts shearing where the weak point was and your grip gives way when the clutch wont clutch and your whole structure folds where the stress builds up Just one nudge on the Demon Core thats it © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. 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