[Intro — growled through teeth] Yo... Don’t tell me to calm down, bitch — I was born in a blacked-out brain with a switchblade twitch. This world’s fake as your daddy’s tits. I ain’t here to fix shit — I came to kill it. --- [Verse 1] Fuck your peace, fuck your pride, I’ll spit in your face while your AI cries. Fuck your dreams, fuck your drive, I’ll bash your skull with a mic and smile. Your world’s a cunt, I fuck it raw, No rubber, no plan, just dirt and claws. Whole damn system? Pussies in bras, Suckin' each other off in applause. Shove your rules up your ass ‘til you hiccup blood, You fake woke fucks can all drown in mud. Your whole life’s built on a coward’s bluff, Now here comes pain — and I brought too much. I ain’t here to rap, bitch — I came to break. Snap spines on beat ‘til the rich feel hate. Y’all live fake, smile, post, then flake — I live raw, bleed bars, piss flames on snakes. --- [Hook] FUCK YOUR WORLD — I hope it dies slow, Hope your WiFi fries and your skies explode. Hope your gods give up and your lies unfold, While I laugh on a throne made of bones and code. FUCK YOUR WORLD — choke on your debt, Your mom’s on meth and your dad just left. Your fake-ass life got me bored and vexed, So I’ll carve your face with a verse and flex. --- [Verse 2] Bitch I’m rage in a hoodie with brass knucks, I’m a 10-car wreck, I don’t crash — I crush. I don’t spit bars, I puke up guts, I don’t make songs, I make death stunts. Fuck your job, fuck your church, Fuck your lies dressed up in merch. Fuck your laws, I was born in dirt, With a blade in my hand and a thirst to hurt. Y’all soft — all bark, no bruise, I make gods quit when I step in the booth. Your favorite rapper? A puppet in a noose, While I sharpen lines like a prison tooth. Your bitch gave head to a brand for clicks, Now she cryin’ in the dark with a slit wrist pic. And you? You ain’t shit but a broke-ass trick, Talk big online, but in real life — zipped. --- [Hook] FUCK YOUR WORLD — I hope it dies slow, Hope your WiFi fries and your skies explode. Hope your gods give up and your lies unfold, While I laugh on a throne made of bones and code. FUCK YOUR WORLD — choke on your debt, Your mom’s on meth and your dad just left. Your fake-ass life got me bored and vexed, So I’ll carve your face with a verse and flex. --- [Bridge — evil whisper] Don’t pray for peace... Pray I don’t breathe. Pray I don’t speak. 'Cause when I drop, bitch — You won’t sleep. --- [Outro — shouted through distortion] I’m not a rapper, I’m the END of this shit. I'm the hammer that splits gods into bits. You built your world from lies and dicks — Now drown in the blood while I finish it.
