Snake Oil Saints

Hook

They sell hope in a bottle, pain in disguise

Say “trust me,” look you dead in the eyes

When you’re desperate, they circle like vultures in flight

Turn your illness to profit, call darkness the light

Snake oil saints, yeah they preach and they grin

Say they heal, but they feed on the state that you’re in

If you’re hurting, they hunting—don’t fall for the spin

They don’t want you to heal, they just want you to spend

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Verse 1

Slide in your feed when you searching for answers

Target the weak like a pack of romancers

“Docs don’t know, but I cracked the code”

Link in the bio, now you back in the hole

Got a cleanse, got a course, got a protocol stack

“DM me for truth,” yeah they funnel you back

No data, no trials, just vibes and a reel

With a ring light glow tryna counterfeit real

You in pain, brain fog, heart racing, can’t sleep

They see algorithm gold in the tears that you weep

Say “Big Pharma lying,” now you primed for the pitch

From a dude with no license but a Shopify glitch

It’s deeper than scams, it’s a system they built

Monetize fear, then they bury the guilt

When care falls short, they don’t fill in the gap

They exploit every crack just to build them a brand

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Hook

They sell hope in a bottle, pain in disguise

Say “trust me,” look you dead in the eyes

When you’re desperate, they circle like vultures in flight

Turn your illness to profit, call darkness the light

Snake oil saints, yeah they preach and they grin

Say they heal, but they feed on the state that you’re in

If you’re hurting, they hunting—don’t fall for the spin

They don’t want you to heal, they just want you to spend

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Verse 2

Yeah the system ain’t clean, people hurting for real

So when someone says “I see you,” you feel

That pull, that hope—it’s a hell of a grip

But empathy twisted becomes part of the script

“Cut this, add that, just buy this kit”

Now your savings run dry and you still feel sick

Then they pivot—“you didn’t try it right”

Blame the patient, keep the lie airtight

Always one more step, one more thing to chase

While they screenshot revenue, you losing your base

Physical, mental, financial decline

That loop ain’t random—it’s built by design

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Bridge

You deserved real care, not a sales campaign

Not a guru getting rich off your pain

There’s a difference between help and a polished con

And the loudest voice ain’t the one that’s strong

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Final Hook

They sell hope in a bottle, pain in disguise

Say “trust me,” look you dead in the eyes

When you’re desperate, they circle like vultures in flight

Turn your illness to profit, call darkness the light

Snake oil saints, yeah they preach and they grin

Say they heal, but they feed on the state that you’re in

If you’re hurting, they hunting—don’t fall for the spin

They don’t want you to heal… they just want you to spend