[Intro | spoken gravelly boss voice over pulsing dark synths | low menace building] Dirtbag Mafia... listen close. Corporation wars ragin' across wormhole space. Our operations deep in the voids... mining, huffin', cookin', hackin', robbin'. Profits flowin' till those W H P D flies shut it all down. How do they always know? [Verse 1 | dark techno rap flow | syncopated low cadence | nine to ten syllables per line] Deep in wormhole voids we claim the richest rocks. Dirtbag Mafia deployed minin' ore round the clock. Huffin' gas clouds heavy for the booster trade. Drug production labs cookin' profits unafraid. Hacking data nodes slicin' codes for the score. Robbin' relics ancient from the sleeper core. Corporation wars call for endless supply runs. Family empire buildin' under hidden suns. Operations rollin' smooth credits pilin' high. Mafia hustle heavy till the ambush cry. [Pre-Chorus | rising tension | building synth layers | half-time to accelerating flow] Kill mails pilin' up reports floodin' red. Ships lost silent in the wormhole spread. Dirtbag Mafia callin' losses heavy on the comms. W H P D raidin' crushin' all our plans. [Chorus | Haiku structure | anthemic stacked echoes | belted with reverb | five seven five syllables] W H P D strikes. Mining huffing relics crash. Wars devour our gains. [Verse 2 | intensifying dark techno drive | double-time push | nine to ten syllables per line] Data sites corrupted hacks cut short mid flow. Relic runners scattered credits stolen in the blow. Gas clouds raided silent production lines go dark. Mining rocks abandoned leavin' empty marks. Drug labs busted heavy boosters lost in smoke. Corporation battles turn our empire broke. Tension buildin' furious as the losses mount. Boss demands answers from the crew right now. Every hidden operation hit with deadly aim. W H P D always playin' their secret game. [Bridge | slow atmospheric swell | breathy menacing delivery | tension peak] Corporation wars rage deep in J space holes. Mafia crimes disrupted payin' heavy tolls. How they track our every move through collapsing gates. W H P D meddlin' sealin' all our fates. We adapt... we strike back... vengeance in the veins. [Outro | fading distorted beats | echoing ad-libs | resolving menace] W H P D ... always one step ahead... Mining gas and hacks and relics... all left dead... Dirtbag Mafia rise... family never bends...
