

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro — metallic vocoder whisper, TV static crackle] Yeah… you thought the show was over? Cute. Roll the cameras back. Huntrixx don’t blink. [Verse 1 — sharp, clipped flow, bass pulsing like a warning siren] Heard your “Pick Me Out,” congratulations on the views, But fame don’t fit you right — call it counterfeit news. Acting like the golden boys, shining under borrowed light, Your halo’s made of tinfoil, babe, it bends under a fight. You brag about your numbers, but those digits came on sale, Flexing charts you didn’t earn — I see ghosts behind the veil. Every line you spit’s rehearsed, plastic smile, mannequin grin, Tryna crown yourself the kings… but your kingdom’s paper-thin. [Pre-Chorus — distorted melodic chant] Lights flash — your shadows start shaking, Truth hits — your whole façade breaking. You dance cute, but the cracks ain’t subtle, One little push — and you boys full-tumble. [Chorus — explosive, stomping rhythm, crowd-chant hook] Second cut — and it’s deeper this time, You lit the fuse, now we blow up your shine. Say you’re the stars? We control the sky — Try to rise again… we’ll eclipse your light. Don’t blink — We strike, then vanish. Don’t think — You’re safe, you panic. Second cut — Huntrixx ain’t done. Welcome back — We’re just having fun. [Verse 2 — venomous, slick, referencing “Pick Me Out” lyrics] You said “pick me out,” but we picked you apart, Exposed every filter, pixel, painted-on heart. Your fandom’s sweet but fragile — a sugar-glass crown, One rumor drops, and… look — they scatter around. You choreograph confidence but trip on your fear, Lip-sync bravado but choke when we’re near. Every comeback you claim, we see the strings on your back, You’re industry puppets — we’re wolves on the attack. [Bridge — ghostly falsetto over icy synths] Hear the whispers creeping in your green rooms… “They’re slipping… losing… cracking…” That’s us. And we’re not done tracking. [Chorus — heavier, doubled vocals, more aggressive] Second cut — carving truth to the bone, We take your throne if you leave it alone. Call us villains? We wear it with pride — We don’t chase crown boys… we decide. Don’t blink — The shadows get louder. Don’t think — You crumble, then cower. Second cut — Too sharp to dodge. Welcome back — This is Huntrixx’ job. [Outro — glitch fade-out, echoing taunt] Pick you out? Nah. We’re picking you off. One by one. Huntrixx out.
Tags
Hard trap-electro, K-Pop, metallic bass, distorted vocal stabs, aggressive cadence, Industrial Trap Hybrid, female vocal
2:41
No
11/25/2025