In front of me stands a witch, Fakest bitch—go grab a switch. Your antics got me in a stitch, Burned the bridge—you're fridge-leftover, not the dish. It's so funny I could weep, Your fake tears put real ones to sleep. Bitch of the week—what’s that tweak? You’re telegraphin’ weakness like a methhead speak. Ego’s glass—it cracked at peak. You should talk to the help you seek. Murders, villains, come to inspect— This ritual’s real—it’s gonna infect. That sage in your palm won’t protect, I’m the pinnacle flaw in your perfect. Worldview broke by a single defect, Words fall flat—they don’t intersect. Grab the Lysol, clean your “wins,” Your drawer’s full of skids, your life's pretend. You ain’t lyrical, ain’t spiritual—just mid, Get wrecked by the verse I slid. I’m waitin’ for the crash out, Whip this beat up, cash out. You’re a drain-back pus-mouth, I’ll scrub your soul with a South Mouth drought. Dead in the noggin’, Kenny Loggin’, While I’m loggin’ every L you’re joggin’. Memory foggin’? That’s divine— I stack your sins like column lines. Stay in your lane, just quit, This is the burst—the lyrical hit. Murder with class, you half-wit— Wipe my ass with you, now taste that shit. No stop signs, no hall pass, Grab a desk at the front of the class. I don’t terrorize—I harass Until the words stop flowin’ and you kiss my ass. Polish your brass or your plastic cross, The bell tolls from a friendless loss. You ain’t got Uzis, you ain’t got flame— Just social collapse and a washed-up name. Now grab your ankles, kiss your own ass, Clown of the class—go touch grass. All style, no soul—boogie-ass bitch, Dragged to the curb like a Salem snitch. Grab the mic—I’m loading it with curses for fun, Whip out grudges like clips—this a strafing run. Swingin’ down from the sun—warbird in orbit, Aztec mode—let’s play ball, then forfeit. Obsidian sword to your Trekkie neck, Ended your rerun, beam me up—wrecked. I’m a lizard, and I’m scaly, Megalania to your megalomania—I slay thee. Call me antichrist? Nah, I’m Hailey’s Comet, Crown me pope, and I’ll get naily on it. Inquisition boots, heretic stain, I am Jackal—the nuclear chain. Who’s your mommy? Me, I’m the parent. Prophet of wrath—I stay current. Spoil the rod, you spoil the brat, You shoulda stayed in the wild—fact. Your insults limp, instincts mild, You ain’t woke, you’re a fascist child. One step from Sieg Heil—eyes closed and vile, Praisin’ killers of Jews, while defendin’ a pedophile. Cast you down in fire, Snake of the grass—I’m building empires. Walk the wire—never tire, Jackal born from funeral pyres. I watch you sweat in fatigue, Step from the fight—go form your own league. You ain’t built for intrigue or devils in cloaks, Just another pawn in the demons’ jokes. Pain comes quick—A jackal brings, Grab you a rope, we’re breakin' your wings. Just take the Big L—this murder's divine, Better run now... you just heard the bell chime. [Chorus – Group chant, cracked voices]: Just take the Big L, take the Big L, Just take the Big L, take the Big L— Murderin' like hell— You better run, there's the bell. Take the Big L, take the Big L... [Bridge – Final Curse]: Here's my curse-stone—time to toss. Find me a hammer, nails, and a cross. You ain’t Rick Ross—just TikTok rot. Career’s long over, now this is your plot. You were always a pushover—and pushed over, Wannabe Maoist, die as a poser.
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