[Intro] Yeah… What's done is fucking done. Can't turn the clock back. Can't erase the past. So fuck it— I reload. [Verse 1] No regret for the shit that I've done, Can't rewind time when the damage is done, Clock keeps ticking, so I'm loading the track, You tried to bury me? I'm fucking back. You thought I'd stay down, thought I'd rot in the dirt, But I dragged myself up with the pain and the hurt, You wanted my ending, you wanted me gone, Now I'm back on the mic like “What the fuck's wrong?” I'm the killer in the game — killer of beats, Every fucking bar puts the track on its knees, You're the next victim — victim of flow, When I step to the mic, watch the whole room blow. [Hook] NO REGRET — fuck turning back, I've been through hell and I'm staying on track, You wanted me buried, you wanted me dead, Now I've got a fucking storm inside my head. Game on — let's begin the slaughter, Lyrical bloodbath, bar after bar, You thought I was finished? You dumb fucking bastard. I'm back from the darkness And I'm coming in harder. [Verse 2] I've got rage in my chest and a mouth full of venom, Every fake little cunt better learn when to exit, You talk like a king but your crown's made of plastic, I step on the beat and the whole thing gets blasted. Fuck your opinions, fuck your disguise, I can see all the bullshit hiding behind your eyes, You wanted a monster? Well, here I fucking am, Mad Man Dan with the mic in his hand. No mercy for beats when I'm entering the booth, No bullshit stories, I'm spitting the truth, Every line hits hard, every syllable cracks, You don't need a weapon when the fucking mic attacks. [Rapid-Fire] Reload the rhythm, I'm ready to snap, Fuck all the noise, I'm attacking the track, No hesitation, devastation, Lyrical execution, annihilation, Pressure increasing, I'm feeding the beast, I'm tearing through bars while I'm hunting the beat, Tick-tick-tick — now the tempo goes mad, You wanted the worst? Well, now you've fucking had it. [Final Hook] NO REGRET — what's done is done, Can't change the past, so I fucking run, Not from the pressure — straight towards the flame, You tried to bury me, remember my name. Game over? Fuck that. Reload and play, I came back harder than yesterday, No victims — just beats that I fucking slay, Mad Man's resurrected— NOW GET THE FUCK OUT MY WAY. [Outro] No regret. No rewind. No excuses. You buried me once… You should've checked the fucking grave.
