Puppetmaster (Sic Semper Tyrannis)
“System override initiated… Welcome to the anti-algorithm. Resistance is lyrical.” I’m the glitch in the mainframe, raw like a slit vein, Bitch-made kings get clipped—guillotine game. Ctrl-Z your bloodline, rewrite your birth, Your mama shoulda swallowed, shoulda burned in the church. Turn your net worth to a death curse, Your DNA ain't shit, your whole fam is the next hearse. Fuck your politics, I don't pledge, I don't stand, Your flag ain't shit but a rag in my hand. The puppetmaster feeds on the applause of the dead… Sic semper tyrannis—fuck your bloodline, burn your palace, Put your king's head in a golden chalice. I’m the riot in the static, the glitch in the matrix, You pray for your life, I ain't granting no savings. I'm Pennywise at Coachella, pop a molly in the preacher's wine, Turn the Vatican into a coke line. Feed the Pope fentanyl—hallelujah, let ‘em OD, Live-streamed sin, motherfuckers call it holy. Fuck a TikTok trend, I make ‘em swallow cyanide, A million views while they brain cells die inside. Shit ain't viral, it’s a plague, pure genocide, I’m the algorithm's reaper—watch the suicide. “Dance, marionette, dance… Your strings are my serotonin, your collapse is my romance.” “Warning: Cognitive dissonance detected. Reboot? [Y/N] I’m Marie Antoinette 2.0—feed ‘em glass shards, Turn the champagne to a Molotov, burnin’ down the whole yard. NFT your soul, auction trauma on the darknet, Run your credit ‘til your debt got a casket. Fuck your crypto, fuck your stocks, You ain't worth a goddamn penny in a shoebox. I'm Banksy with a flamethrower, fuck your art, Graffiti in blood, revolution in the dark. Sic semper tyrannis—kneel, bitch, this ain't a request, Bite the curb, let your teeth be my fuckin’ success. I’m the riot in the static, the glitch in the matrix, No saviors here, just the flames and the hatred. I’m Frankenstein’s mixtape, lightning-in-a-vial type shit, Zombie Tupac on TikTok? Nah—I’m the apocalypse. You’re a deepfake Elvis, I’m the real King—Jailhouse Rock 2, Pyramid scheme your legacy, cha-ching—now the block’s blue. “Hey… it’s the future. We’re out of content. Send help. And punchlines.” I’m the last page of the Bible rewritten in Braille, Judas double-crossed Jesus? I’d triple-cross for the sale. Your pastor touchin’ kids, but your faith still blind, I’m the devil in the pulpit, preachin’ genocide. Hell’s overbooked—RSVP via bloodstained chalk, My sermons ain't got hymns, just bodies outlined in dark. Van Gogh’s ear to the streets—I paint the screams you can’t ignore, Y’all still finger-painting? I’m the guillotine gallery on floor 44. “System failure imminent. Thank you for participating in the end of the algorithm. Resistance… is eternal.”
