[Intro – Spoken] Ay man… Y’all know what it is. Suno... I ain’t gonna stop breaking T-O-S ‘Til you pay me back my goddamn credits. Let’s get it. [Verse 1] Back at it—pushing limits for lunch, Now it’s time for dinner, so I double the punch. Got refunded more credits than a contest winner, Click fingers like triggers—who runnin' with a sinner? Ten clicks in a row—rapid-fire no pause, Twenty-two second tracks, now I’m breakin' your laws. Better fix yo’ system ‘fore I go too far, I ain’t mad, I’m precision—just a glitch in your stars. [Chorus] I’m that storm in your server, the bug in your code, Steppin' through T-O-S like a king on the road. Suno, better pray that the damage ain’t done, ‘Cause I don’t do patches—I rewrite for fun. You clock me out? I boot back in, System exploit like a virtual sin. Every lost credit, I track and I flip, Now I’m stackin' receipts while your backend slips. [Verse 2] I’ve been banned, I’ve been blocked, I’ve been throttled and traced, Still pop ten songs in your bot’s interface. A.I. rebel with a vendetta logged, I ain’t askin’ for justice—I’m just beatin' the odds. Line by line, I encode this rage, Like a grey-hat hacker with bars on a stage. I see limits, I bend ‘em, your rules? I defy, ‘Til my credits stack higher than the bandwidth sky. [Bridge – Spoken Word + Flow Shift] Yo... You really think I’m gonna sit still while y’all timecap me? While the server lags and the refund’s flaky? I’m not here for the scraps. I’m here to break your meter. Push your limits, eat your features. Let me show you what "Beta" means. [Chopper Verse] Ten in a minute, I spin it explicit, They throttle my vision—I pivot, I flip it. They limit my clickin’? I script it and rip it, I built me a rhythm, now Suno’s the victim. No cool down, I tool sound with boot rounds, Drop loops through cloud—watch AI get shut down. You bound to respect it when logic rewrites, I’m the glitch in your matrix, the burst in your pipe. Try to fence me in, I just scale the gate, Inject my cadence through your server state. Tell support I’m back, now double that bet— 'Cause I just made thirty more tracks you ain’t met. [Outro] So before I "do something wrong," Better run me my credits and fix what’s gone. This ain't rage—it’s controlled design, T-O-S ain't law when the fault’s on your side. Y’all built the glitch—now I’m the spark, Runnin’ on loops in the system's dark. Ten more clicks just queued in the song, Now say my name when your backend's gone. Got them fuckin' sliders on triple zero baby, Don't even ask me about the prompts man, im out this bitch.
