[Intro] [Rap Flow: Deliberate, eerie buildup] [Vocal Style: Cold, sarcastic] Came home early, thought I'd surprise ya Instead, I caught you with your legs spread wider Than a semi-truck jackknifed on black ice With my so-called friend givin' you paradise Stood there watchin', you moanin' like a whore Different sounds than when with me before Thinkin' "this ain't my girl, this ain't my queen" Nah, this a goddamn horror scene Pulled out my phone, snapped a couple pics Frame this shit up, call it "Two Pieces of Shit" [Verse 1] [Rap Flow: Unstable, rising aggression] [Vocal Style: Twitchy, shifting tones] Backed away quiet, chest cavity burnin' Brain's scream-screamin', head tables turnin' Back to the car, breathin' all sick Sittin’ there plottin’, feelin' my trigger finger itch Next door—kids with balloons and cake Meanwhile, I'm picturin' a bloodbath lake But nah, can't be sloppy with this betrayal Gotta plan somethin’ that'll make their lives derail [Rap Flow: Chaotic split-personality switch] [Vocal Style: Arguing voices, exaggerated contrast] "Kill ‘em both! Make ‘em quit!" "Nah—make ‘em suffer, slow drip by drip" Scrolled through her phone, washed-out texts Six months deep, damn, the disrespect Playin’ me like I’m some nine-to-five clown While I’m breakin’ my back, they’re breakin’ each other down [Hook] [Rap Flow: Hypnotic, darkly amused] [Vocal Style: Mocking, sing-songy] Trust nobody, they all full of shit Smilin' in your face while they benefit From the life that you built with your sweat Now they wrapped in my trunk, drippin’ wet Two problems solved with one little snap Don’t tell fuckin’ Debrah about my trunk flap [Verse 2] [Rap Flow: Precise, murderous intent] [Vocal Style: Clear but deranged] Screenshots saved, every dirty word Every "I miss you, can't wait"—ain't that absurd? While I’m grindin’, you shinin’, cheatin’ on the low Time to balance the books, make this betrayal show Plannin’ a party, all our friends invited They’ll witness your shame before you get indicted Duct tape, plastic wrap, bleach, and gloves Cashier eyeballin’ me, like he knows what I'm thinkin’ of "Spring cleaning," I smirk, with a sideways grin Meanwhile, I'm visualizin’ stuffin’ bodies in [Verse 3] [Rap Flow: Calm before the storm] [Vocal Style: Smug, theatrical] Party jumpin', everyone's lit I'm chillin', but inside, I’m losin’ my shit Set up the projector, yeah, press play "Before we toast, lemme show y’all somethin’ today" Boom—screenshots, pics, dirty confessions Her face drains white, pure panic progression His collar tightens, cartoon-ass sweat beads As the crowd erupts, laughin' at their misdeeds [Bridge] [Rap Flow: Frantic, spiraling] [Vocal Style: Unhinged] Then it gets blurry—red splattered visions Brain flipped a switch, no more decisions Flash forward—3 AM, trunk packed tight Used her favorite beach towels, ain't that polite? He always complained my boy was too fat Well, he lost weight—ain't life funny like that? Stopped for a burger, mind on a break Cashier asks, "You good? You look ready to shake." "Just tired from work," I said with a grin Meanwhile, my trunk’s holdin’ a capital sin [Verse 4] [Rap Flow: Slow, eerie descent] [Vocal Style: Icy, remorseless] Draggin’ two bodies near the water’s ledge Then I see fuckin' Debrah, standin’ on her pledge Phone in her hand, dialin’ real quick I swear to God, this chick was born to snitch Sirens screamin’, lights in the night But I’m in too deep, no turnin' right Funny how dead weight’s so hard to shove Three slips later, now they sleepin’ in love [Hook] [Rap Flow: Hypnotic, darkly amused] [Vocal Style: Mocking, sing-songy] Trust nobody, they all full of shit Smilin' in your face while they benefit From the life that you built with your sweat Now they wrapped in my trunk, drippin’ wet Two problems solved with one little snap Don’t tell fuckin’ Debrah about my trunk flap But I guess that ship has fuckin’ sailed... [Outro] [Rap Flow: Calm, eerie reflection] [Vocal Style: Soft, sinister amusement] Funny thing is, I’m kinda grateful in a way They showed me what loyalty’s worth today Nothin’ teaches life lessons quite like death Or the look in someone’s eyes at their last breath Handcuffs tight, yeah, I know what’s done But tell me this—wasn't that fun? At least now, I know for certain They won’t fuck behind my back—that’s for curtain.