

Prompt / Lyrics
Im a paradox rhyme in space time Ill pop a pill driving down hill no hands on the steering wheel real recognize real my pen bleeds upon the paper my finger tips kill these careless cats get caught up in rat traps don't sell your soul and take the deal the devil don't care how you feel You write trash, I'm writing cash Bank the checks and come collect, the opps too weak and average at best, I'm a natural born savage with a talent for malevolent havoc validated valedictorian rap maverick. All these ducks are lame as fuck their best music ballad is mallard I'm a Foster father I took my style and adopted the lil bastard doppelganger Serengeti fetti caravan mountain man with a Continental conquest to slaughter close minded authors , claims their wives and their daughters A rap disciple,13 man firing squad, cock the rifle. 21-gun salute, you can't compute your biological RAM can't handle my strangle I'm elevated from every angle manifesting energies of a different level. An alchemist ruling with an iron fist mentality of oxidated metal an aluminum chairabum entity chilling on frozen ice water front property my third eye wider and brighter than the Northern Lights at night
Tags
Memphis rap Lo-Fi 808 vapor bass wave synth trap horrorcore immersive soundscape dark heavy 808
1:50
No
1/17/2026