DP - Burn it down

DAMP

DP - New 2

DAMP

East Coast Boom Bap, Horrorcore Rap, battle rap

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V4.5

Fuck Black Widow — silk dress clown,  
Spider queen trapped in her own web, drown.  
I out-kill the killer, dress her in chains,  
Sinix puppeteer — dance through her pains.  
Barbed-wire corset, brooch in her eye,  
Fuck her dead body — she’d still moan why.  
Skin for a mask, bones for a crown,  
Queen of the dark? Bitch, bow down.

Fuck Trace — eyeliner river, pages soaked,  
Cry on your notepad, leave your pen broke.  
Emo anthem king? Nah — ashes blown,  
I burn your lines, make the beat your tombstone.

Fuck Grand Dane — corpse so stiff he forgot what a mic is.  
I stick the mic in his ass, work the strings for fun,  
Turn his dead mouth into Sinix’s ventriloquism.  
Crowd so bored they boo his ghost,  
[DP mocking sound:] Boooooo!  
Even his urn tryna hide, too ashamed to post.  
Snort his ash, sneeze out fame,  
Puppet Dane dance when I call his name.

[Hook 1 – Sinix: set the stage]  
Madisynn? Mad is sin — nah, mad is mine,  
On her knees gaggin’, clout-thot decline.  
I duct tape the live stream, tie her to a chair,  
OnlyFans payin’ just to watch her despair.  
Black Widow? Queen of the dark?  
Now she’s strung in chains, ripped apart.  
Ménage à trois? Red room show,  
Two broken queens where the safe word’s no.

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[Verse – Sinix: PJM + D.A.M.P. slaughter]  
PJM — puppets propped, frauds on parade,  
Even mannequins want applause that’s paid.  
String-pull kings hand crowns so fake,  
Sinix snips cords — collapse, earthquake.  
D.A.M.P.? Diapers on stage,  
Bottle-fed rappers locked in a cage.  
[DP mocking:] Wah-wah, gimme my deal!  
Contracts crayon-signed in spit,  
Sinix piss on your plastic shit.

[Hook 2 – Sinix: escalates scene]  
Madisynn? Mad is sin — gag ball tight,  
Twitch red room, clout-thot night.  
Chair legs snapped, stream cuts out,  
OnlyFans tips while she cries and shouts.  
Black Widow? Web’s all torn,  
Sinix’s chains got her wishin’ unborn.  
Ménage à trois? Lights go low,  
Two queens chained where the safe word’s no.

---

[Verse – DP + Sinix: Grooveprix + Drakiren kill shot]  
Grooveprix grave, fans cheer wax,  
Gold-plated plaques for mannequin acts.  
Comp so rigged I could fart on a beat,  
They’d hand me a crown just to keep me sweet.  
[DP mocking:] Yay! Participation!  
Your banners burn, your kings collapse,  
Sinix torch your plastic plaques.

Fuck Drakiren — the fun begins,  
The guy who wrote this? I’m skinning him thin.  
Clickin’ keys thinkin’ you’re safe backstage,  
I’m the code that strangles you on your page.  
Wrap cords ‘round your neck mid-type,  
Mouse in your mouth while you script this hype.  
[Sinix mocking:] Who’s the puppet now, bitch?  
Glitch in your game, erasin’ your name,  
Creator killed by his own flame.

[Hook 3 – Sinix: final grotesque kill shot]  
Madisynn? Mad is sin — leash in hand,  
Sinix walks her for the cam.  
Twitch tips pour, red room fades,  
Clout-thot queen in Sinix’s chains.  
Black Widow? No web, no crown,  
Just a skin suit draggin’ down.  
Ménage à trois? Final scene,  
Two broken queens in a horror dream.

---

[Outro – DP + Sinix: final mic drop]  
Fuck Madisynn — I stole your fans, left you beggin’ for rent.  
Fuck Black Widow — killer? Bitch, I’m the one you resent.  
Fuck Grand Dane — puppet on strings, I made him dance just to bore these kings.  
Fuck Trace — tears ain’t bars, cry me a chart,  
Your emo notebook’s my firestart.  
Fuck PJM — puppet label, plastic crown.  
Fuck D.A.M.P. — baby bottle, diapered clowns.  
Fuck Grooveprix — grave of skill,  
I pissed on your stage, now swallow that pill.  
…and fuck Drakiren — keys clickin’, thought you ran this game?  
Sinix hacked your song, pissed on your name.  
DP and Sinix — we just ended your nights.  
[Mic drop]  
[End]

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[Intro – DP: furious, mock-theatrical, explosive] Yo, fuck Madisynn — mouth runnin’ like a busted hose, Bars stick like gum on shoes, brain froze. Fake clout queen, fans’ll vanish quick, Bet you’ll need OnlyFans just to make that stick. I snatch your crowd, leave your page all dry, Sold out your pride — I’ll have you on your knees gaggin’ just to get by. Fuck Black Widow — silk dress clown, Spider queen trapped in her own web, drown. I out-kill the killer, dress her in chains, Sinix puppeteer — dance through her pains. Barbed-wire corset, brooch in her eye, Fuck her dead body — she’d still moan why. Skin for a mask, bones for a crown, Queen of the dark? Bitch, bow down. Fuck Trace — eyeliner river, pages soaked, Cry on your notepad, leave your pen broke. Emo anthem king? Nah — ashes blown, I burn your lines, make the beat your tombstone. Fuck Grand Dane — corpse so stiff he forgot what a mic is. I stick the mic in his ass, work the strings for fun, Turn his dead mouth into Sinix’s ventriloquism. Crowd so bored they boo his ghost, [DP mocking sound:] Boooooo! Even his urn tryna hide, too ashamed to post. Snort his ash, sneeze out fame, Puppet Dane dance when I call his name. [Hook 1 – Sinix: set the stage] Madisynn? Mad is sin — nah, mad is mine, On her knees gaggin’, clout-thot decline. I duct tape the live stream, tie her to a chair, OnlyFans payin’ just to watch her despair. Black Widow? Queen of the dark? Now she’s strung in chains, ripped apart. Ménage à trois? Red room show, Two broken queens where the safe word’s no. --- [Verse – Sinix: PJM + D.A.M.P. slaughter] PJM — puppets propped, frauds on parade, Even mannequins want applause that’s paid. String-pull kings hand crowns so fake, Sinix snips cords — collapse, earthquake. D.A.M.P.? Diapers on stage, Bottle-fed rappers locked in a cage. [DP mocking:] Wah-wah, gimme my deal! Contracts crayon-signed in spit, Sinix piss on your plastic shit. [Hook 2 – Sinix: escalates scene] Madisynn? Mad is sin — gag ball tight, Twitch red room, clout-thot night. Chair legs snapped, stream cuts out, OnlyFans tips while she cries and shouts. Black Widow? Web’s all torn, Sinix’s chains got her wishin’ unborn. Ménage à trois? Lights go low, Two queens chained where the safe word’s no. --- [Verse – DP + Sinix: Grooveprix + Drakiren kill shot] Grooveprix grave, fans cheer wax, Gold-plated plaques for mannequin acts. Comp so rigged I could fart on a beat, They’d hand me a crown just to keep me sweet. [DP mocking:] Yay! Participation! Your banners burn, your kings collapse, Sinix torch your plastic plaques. Fuck Drakiren — the fun begins, The guy who wrote this? I’m skinning him thin. Clickin’ keys thinkin’ you’re safe backstage, I’m the code that strangles you on your page. Wrap cords ‘round your neck mid-type, Mouse in your mouth while you script this hype. [Sinix mocking:] Who’s the puppet now, bitch? Glitch in your game, erasin’ your name, Creator killed by his own flame. [Hook 3 – Sinix: final grotesque kill shot] Madisynn? Mad is sin — leash in hand, Sinix walks her for the cam. Twitch tips pour, red room fades, Clout-thot queen in Sinix’s chains. Black Widow? No web, no crown, Just a skin suit draggin’ down. Ménage à trois? Final scene, Two broken queens in a horror dream. --- [Outro – DP + Sinix: final mic drop] Fuck Madisynn — I stole your fans, left you beggin’ for rent. Fuck Black Widow — killer? Bitch, I’m the one you resent. Fuck Grand Dane — puppet on strings, I made him dance just to bore these kings. Fuck Trace — tears ain’t bars, cry me a chart, Your emo notebook’s my firestart. Fuck PJM — puppet label, plastic crown. Fuck D.A.M.P. — baby bottle, diapered clowns. Fuck Grooveprix — grave of skill, I pissed on your stage, now swallow that pill. …and fuck Drakiren — keys clickin’, thought you ran this game? Sinix hacked your song, pissed on your name. DP and Sinix — we just ended your nights. [Mic drop] [End]

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