𝙱𝚎𝚎-𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 // 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖🔥💯

She fucked my whole team — She fucked your whole dream You scream “self-made king” But you broke at the seam She fucked my whole team — Now your pride on lean Every time I say it You know what I mean Welcome to the autopsy, carve you anatomically Confidence rotting, hypocrisy bottled in mockery You gothic cosmetically, toxic theatrically I operate logically — slaughter you verbally Basement cadence, decay in the radius Face full of rage but your bravery vaporous I drag you through chambers of shame that you built Where the walls whisper truth and your pride start to wilt She fucked my whole team — now your heartbeat stagger Cold sweat dripping off ego and swagger Your crown just a rusted prop dagger I laugh in the dark while your backbone shatter Crypt-keeper cadence, embalming fluid bars I bury your persona in a graveyard of scars Your image dissolving in jars Of formaldehyde lies and delusional memoirs Hook She fucked my whole team — She fucked your whole dream You scream “self-made king” But you broke at the seam She fucked my whole team — Now your pride on lean Every time I say it You know what I mean Bitch, you possessed by the fear of exposure I step like a ghost with composure Over your shoulder — corrosive enclosure Decompose your closure with lyrical torture Ritual syllables, cynical visuals Minimal principles, pitiful rituals Digital general, spiritual criminal I slit through your intervals — clinical finish you Candles flicker when I enter the session Your shadow detach from the weight of confession I don’t need threats, I manifest tension You scream but it echo in hollow dimensions You wanted a war? Now you kneel in the morgue Your legacy chalked in a blackened report Whole dream collapse like a snapped spinal cord And I’m still standing calm in the smoke of the corpse Hook She fucked my whole team — She fucked your whole dream You scream “self-made king” But you broke at the seam She fucked my whole team — Now your pride on lean Every time I say it You know what I mean