[Verse 1] Spice on my boots, sun in my teeth, Crashin’ the dunes like a war-born thief. Got no crown, but I own the sand, With a glare so dry it'll crack your glands. Built my base in a buried freighter, Blew the doors off a spice inhalator. You brought peace? I brought dysfunction, With a worm-call horn and bad intentions. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I’m cracked, but I’m calculated, Sunburned plans — fully hydrated. You want a treaty? Here’s my condition… [Chorus] Hot, bothered, and dusty — Too slick for the courts to trust me. Spice-fueled grin, never playing it clean, Running this planet like a fever dream. I don’t want gold, I don’t want honor… Just whisper me one billion water. [Verse 2] Sleeves rolled high, got that outlaw tan, Been banned from five planets — still got fans. You pray for clouds, I sell the mist, With worm patrol and a steel-clad fist. Worms. Laser beams. Welcome to my empire. Trap beats bounce off the turbine fire. Sand gets rough, but I stay smooth — Punk in a stillsuit, setting the groove. [Pre-Chorus] No prophecies, no chosen fate, Just heatstroke moves and a villain’s gait. Your planet’s parched — my vibe is floodin’... [Chorus] Hot, bothered, and dusty — Too fast, too mad, too gusty. Crash your gala with cracked aviators, Laser-worm flex and dune-violators. Call it evil, call it art — Just know I’ll dry you out with style and heart. [Bridge – Spoken, smug tone over punk-trap break] Worms. With frickin’ laser beams. That was the whole pitch. And somehow, they still negotiated. Now I’ve got spice, leverage, and the best damn AC unit on Arrakis. And I only said one billion water once. You remembered. [Final Chorus] Hot, bothered, and dusty — Sippin’ scandal while the royals combust me. I took the throne, made it weird, Spiced it up, then disappeared. From worm-rider to sand-born shot caller… Now tell your kids who whispered one billion water.
