[Intro] Diez Firzt. If he asks what you want— don’t answer. He already knows. ⸻ [Verse 1] Black knit, black fit, back of the room, Walk in—whole atmosphere change like boom. No chain, no rings, no visible flex, Just a clean-cut smile and a covered-up neck. “You want cash?” That’s light. “You want fame?” That’s light. “You want her back?” Man, say it right. Snap of the fingers, reality bends, Dead phone rings and your enemy’s friends. No smoke, no contract, no warning sign, Just, “Do me one favor when I come back next time.” First deal free, second deal thin, third one hits and your voice sounds like him. ⸻ [Chorus] DON’T TRUST THE MAN IN THE TURTLENECK, Black on black with the world on deck. He’ll give you gold, give you love, give you life, Then take one inch and call it the price. DON’T TRUST THE MAN IN THE TURTLENECK, Wish came true? Better check your neck. You get what you want till there’s nothing you lack— Then one day you wake up wearing black. Black. Black. Black. One day you wake up wearing black. ⸻ [Verse 2] First it’s a favor, then behavior, Your laugh gets colder, your words get straighter. You quit blinking, start thinking three seconds ahead, Know what they’re saying before it gets said. Doorway bends when you walk on through, Clock skips twelve when it looks at you. Rain won’t fall if you don’t approve, Moon slides left when you tell it move. Old friends say, “Man, something done changed.” You say, “Nah.” Whole room rearranged. Mirror got fog but your face stays clear, Voice in your skull says, “You’re almost here.” ⸻ [Flow Switch] Who left guac by the cellar door? Why’s there a rock in a mayoral frame? Little absurdities, cracks in the scene, Things that were jokes till you know what they mean. He was there. Of course he was. He’s always there when reality does something stupid enough that you call it a bit. That’s the camouflage. That’s it. ⸻ [Chorus] DON’T TRUST THE MAN IN THE TURTLENECK, Black on black with the world on deck. He’ll give you gold, give you love, give you life, Then take one inch and call it the price. DON’T TRUST THE MAN IN THE TURTLENECK, Wish came true? Better check your neck. He don’t take your soul. He don’t stab your back. He gives you the universe— Then dresses you black. ⸻ [Bridge] See, he ain’t Satan, Satan got rules. This man treats causality like cheap-ass tools. Cut. Copy. Paste. Delete that week. Make the dead man breathe, make the strong man weak. Turn “never happened” into “always was.” Make the effect show up before the cause. He don’t need worship. Don’t need respect. He needs a successor. That’s the catch. ⸻ [Breakdown] He doesn’t want your soul. He wants retirement. Every wish you make is another button buttoned. Every favor you owe is another inch of fabric. And when the collar finally reaches your throat— He gets to leave. You thought you made a deal with a god? Nah. You applied for his job. ⸻ [Final Chorus] DON’T TRUST THE MAN IN THE TURTLENECK, He ain’t here for money, he ain’t here for respect. He’ll give you EVERYTHING— love, revenge, life— Because YOU are the payment. YOU are the price. DON’T TRUST THE MAN IN THE TURTLENECK, Wish came true? Better check your neck. He gives you the universe— Then dresses you black. BLACK. BLACK. BLACK. Now you’re the man in the turtleneck. ⸻ [Outro] Knock, knock. New house. New face. Same question. “What do you want?” Diez Firzt. Never trust a turtleneck.h
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