Prompt / Lyrics
Inconsistent whispers, a storm of inconsiderate acts, scattering like leaves in a harsh wind. Mutherfuckers, you refuse to meet eyes, avoiding the mirror reflecting the other people fucked over, unacknowledged, a festering wound. The thought of your actions, a persistent hum, does it not pierce the silence? Do you not feel the tremor, knowing your target, the one you deem lesser, is now aware, of your fake intentions. Bitch, a label, easily hurled, yet it clings to you, a shroud woven of deception, more artificial than any stage prop, unable to confront, the truth you embody. Oh, stupid bitch, a repetition, a mantra of delusion, thinking to diminish, when the reflection stares back, magnified in your own inadequacy. No, you do not know me, the force gathering, the storm brewing, no longer willing to be silent, no longer willing to be victimized. Here I come, not with weapons, but with awareness, disrupting the carefully constructed lies, the tainted mind, exposed, the warped logic, unraveling. Untwisting your stupid bitch made ways, each knot of deception, loosened, revealing the hollow core, the fear that fuels the cruelty, the desperate attempt to climb, by pushing others down. No survival in this charade, only the stark reality, of consequences, the looming shadow of accountability, dead to empathy, imprisoned by your own making. Get it together you dumb bitch, before the wreckage consumes you, before the mirrors shatter, and all that remains, is the reflection, of your own desolation.
Tags
rap, trap blues
Duration
2:13
Instrumental
No
Created
2/2/2026