🧨 Page 10 – 13 Layers of Lies

dark glitch rap, heavy distorted bass, broken violent flow, glitchcore textures, aggressive screamed hook, chaotic rhythm

[Hook – Static-glitchy distortion, robotic growl]

Thirteen layers of lies,
Blood behind the dollar signs.
Kingpins in tailored suits,
Slangin’ death in pinstriped boots.

[Verse 1 – glitchy slow start, dirty bass]

Yo,
fuck your founders, fuck your flags,
Astors, DuPonts, sittin’ on body bags.
Rockefellers rich off crack and wars,
Kennedys smuggled through Vatican doors.

Dope Inc. inked it clean,
Names scratched in black, obscene.
Astors, Bundys, Freemans, Lis,
Rollin’ coke in a bloody kiss.

CIA, P2, Freemason freaks,
Selling white powder while the churchmen preach.
Triads grinning, Saint John's whores,
Jesuit collars hiding street wars.

[Switch – Beat warps, stutters violently]

Yo,
Permindex stitchin’ shots to heads,
Britain’s death squads countin' dead.
Universal Gnostic black mass deals,
Slingin’ heroin under Vatican seals.

[Verse 2 – Rapid dirty bars, harder glitches]

John Jacob lied with a straight-ass face,
Burned the truth, torched the place.
No records left, just smoke and bones,
Bloodline thrones built on stolen stones.

Astorga rats, Italian branch,
Crossed the seas in the devil’s dance.
Name switched, skin twitched,
History buried in a poisoned ditch.

Young Smith dug and cracked the locks,
Body of Christ alert on the docks.
January cracks, secrets leak,
Top 13 names carved in meat.

[Hook – Repeat, louder, more distorted]

Thirteen layers of lies,
Blood behind the dollar signs.
Kingpins in tailored suits,
Slangin’ death in pinstriped boots.

[Verse 3 – Final slam, spitting broken chunks]

Bronfman bastards, Shaw devils,
Bacon maggots on gold-plated shovels.
Morgan snakes, Forbes frauds,
Oppenheimer ghouls in mirrored gods.

You praise the chains they slip on your wrists,
Swallow their poison with your morning grits.
Smile for their cameras, vote for their kings,
Kiss the blade while the executioner sings.

The truth ain't lost, it’s just buried deep,
Where the blood runs thick and the dead men weep.
Thirteen layers, thirteen stones,
Building prisons outta broken bones.

[Outro – glitch collapse, fading scream]

Born from lies.
Bred for death.
Rule through fear.
Steal your breath.

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[Hook – Static-glitchy distortion, robotic growl] Thirteen layers of lies, Blood behind the dollar signs. Kingpins in tailored suits, Slangin’ death in pinstriped boots. [Verse 1 – glitchy slow start, dirty bass] Yo, fuck your founders, fuck your flags, Astors, DuPonts, sittin’ on body bags. Rockefellers rich off crack and wars, Kennedys smuggled through Vatican doors. Dope Inc. inked it clean, Names scratched in black, obscene. Astors, Bundys, Freemans, Lis, Rollin’ coke in a bloody kiss. CIA, P2, Freemason freaks, Selling white powder while the churchmen preach. Triads grinning, Saint John's whores, Jesuit collars hiding street wars. [Switch – Beat warps, stutters violently] Yo, Permindex stitchin’ shots to heads, Britain’s death squads countin' dead. Universal Gnostic black mass deals, Slingin’ heroin under Vatican seals. [Verse 2 – Rapid dirty bars, harder glitches] John Jacob lied with a straight-ass face, Burned the truth, torched the place. No records left, just smoke and bones, Bloodline thrones built on stolen stones. Astorga rats, Italian branch, Crossed the seas in the devil’s dance. Name switched, skin twitched, History buried in a poisoned ditch. Young Smith dug and cracked the locks, Body of Christ alert on the docks. January cracks, secrets leak, Top 13 names carved in meat. [Hook – Repeat, louder, more distorted] Thirteen layers of lies, Blood behind the dollar signs. Kingpins in tailored suits, Slangin’ death in pinstriped boots. [Verse 3 – Final slam, spitting broken chunks] Bronfman bastards, Shaw devils, Bacon maggots on gold-plated shovels. Morgan snakes, Forbes frauds, Oppenheimer ghouls in mirrored gods. You praise the chains they slip on your wrists, Swallow their poison with your morning grits. Smile for their cameras, vote for their kings, Kiss the blade while the executioner sings. The truth ain't lost, it’s just buried deep, Where the blood runs thick and the dead men weep. Thirteen layers, thirteen stones, Building prisons outta broken bones. [Outro – glitch collapse, fading scream] Born from lies. Bred for death. Rule through fear. Steal your breath.

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