NO CURE. NO CASKET.

[Intro – whisper mimicry, mocking BUR13R’s opening, followed by loud snap-in] [whisper] “Yo Sinix…” Nah, shut the fuck up. I let you finish talkin’ just to give this eulogy — Now I’m diggin’ your grave with a dick in your legacy. --- [Verse 1 – Boom Bap, mid-tempo flow, dark sarcastic tone] You said you killed Black Widow? Cute. I helped you wrap the body and filmed the sequel too. You fucked her in my mom’s bed? Bitch, I set the scene. Told her fake death gets views — roll camera, scream. You brag like you wrote my origin file, But I booted your verse from my recycle pile. You “virus”? I’m the lab coat, clipboard, teeth-grit — Cloned your ass, named it BUR13R, then deep-sixed it. You grave dig? I grave live. Shit-talk your corpse through a necro-mic with AIDS spit. You call that horrorcore? I call that theater class, You scream “glitch” like you TikTok dance with whiplash. --- [Flow Switch – Triplet burst over trap flip, ad-libs in screams] [Verse 2 – rapid multisyllabic flow, mocking tone] I’m the glitch that bitch-slaps your firmware (run it) Snap your spine with a keyboard snare You viral? Nah — you vinyl dust I jack off in your mom’s urn then snort the crust (say it again!) You ain’t a digger — you mulch for worms I burn the forest down when your name returns You climaxed? Cool. She faked the moan While texting "me" that you left her sore and alone [glitch mode] Wanna be the villain? Fine — I’ll cast you In 2 Girls 1 Grave: you and sis in a vacuum Call me fake, call me weak, call me clone You still gargle my bars like your dad’s trombone --- [Bridge – slow, heartbeat beat, whispered flow, gaslighting tone] (whisper) You thought that would hurt me? I hope you fucked her good, BROTHER. I was underneath the bed — strokin' it louder. You killed Widow? Thanks. One less bitch in my folder. --- [Verse 3 – stop-and-go pacing, barbs with space, punchline emphasis] [Flow: broken cadence, spoken flips] You want trauma-core? I *mothered* the genre While you rhyme “cut” with “slut” like a TikTok sponsor. Your verse had dirt — mine spits rot. I fucked your sister’s mouth ‘til her nose turned snot. --- [Flow Switch – scream-punch, fast cadence] You said “I’m glitch”? You twitchin’ live I wrap your name in skin and watch it thrive Fuck “virus,” I’m airborne grief While your Spotify screams in dino teeth You think that whisper start was clever? I record that shit while I cum on leather You the “origin”? Nah — I’m the file purge The red button pressed when your mom gave birth. --- [Verse 4 – longest verse, alternating flows] [Start: regular multisyllabic flow] I buried your dad with your SoundCloud tape Slit your aunt’s throat with your 808 Pulled your sister’s soul out her anal seam Made her call *you* “Daddy” in a piss-soaked dream [Mid-verse switch – double-time broken bar cadence] I don’t spit revenge — I spit final acts Death with a mic and a spinal crack Fuck flowers — I plant heads In rows of clones that forgot they bled [Flow pause – ad-lib space, twisted delivery] (uh-huh) She said “BUR’s not right…” I said “Neither’s the angle when I twist this knife.” [Final punch] You want horrorcore? I *am* the coffin Signed with cum, sealed with laughter, ain’t stoppin’. --- [Outro – spoken, demented calm, with ambient noise] Say my name one more time, bitch. I’ll print it on your sister’s C-section scar. No cure. No casket. Just me, your mom’s ghost, and your Spotify logged in forever. —Sinix