Lyrics

🎤 [Verse 1] (Aggressive Build-Up, Playful Roasting Starts)
Yo, Zac—fuck a birthday cake, light the wick,
Blow this whole bitch up like I’m dynamite in a stick! 💥
Ain’t no candles, no confetti, no polite-ass cheer,
Just a bunch of real ones screamin’ "Zac, get the fuck over here!"

You ain't aged, nah, you just upgraded,
You’re like Windows 10—buggy as fuck but still underrated,
If life’s a bitch, then you tapped that hoe,
Now you walk around stuntin’ like you own the show!

🎤 [Chorus] (Hyped-Up Hook, Energy Through the Roof)
Fuck it, it’s Zac’s birthday, light that shit up! 🔥
Middle fingers up, man, we don’t give a fuck! 🖕
Bass bumpin’, speakers crack, neighbors callin’ the cops,
Ain’t no bedtime, bitch, this party don’t stop! 🚨

🎤 [Verse 2] (Diss-Level Fun, Hard-Hitting Punchlines)
Ayo, Zac—remember when you said you could rap?
That was cute, but bitch, you couldn’t out-rhyme a gap-toothed brat,
Your bars are like WiFi in the middle of the sea,
Weak as fuck, buffering—"Reconnectin’… Please!"

But it’s cool, today you king, ain’t no hate,
Pop champagne, pour shots, let’s desecrate,
If this party was a movie, man, you the star,
Rated R for "Fuck around and black out at the bar!"

🎤 [Chorus] (Hook Repeats, Energy Peaks)
Fuck it, it’s Zac’s birthday, light that shit up! 🔥
Middle fingers up, man, we don’t give a fuck! 🖕
Bass bumpin’, speakers crack, neighbors callin’ the cops,
Ain’t no bedtime, bitch, this party don’t stop! 🚨

🎤 [Bridge] (Beat Drops, Flow Switches Up, Hype Moment)
Yo, Zac, you ain’t growin' old, you just stackin’ levels,
Like a game of GTA, dodgin' hoes and devils,
So tell the world sit back, shut the fuck up, listen,
Zac’s on the throne, man, fuck the competition!

🎤 [Godzilla-Speed Verse] (Machine-Gun Flow, Insane Bars, Fast as Hell 🔥🔥🔥)
(Airhorns, Beat Switches, Time to Flex)

🎵 [Beat slows for 2 seconds, then EXPLODES] 🎵

Fast-Flow Mode Engaged:
Fuckin’ around and I’m back on the track and I’m murderin’ syllables, killin’ the beat,
Zac in the middle, he sippin’ a little, he drunk, but he still on his feet,
Turn up the bass, turn up the pace, somebody hand him a mic,
If he slurs a word, well fuck it, we still let him drop on sight!

What? You ain't ready for this—nah,
Speed like I’m Usain in the mist—yah,
Zac with the drip but he trip—ah,
Laughin’ my ass off—bitch, sit!

🎤 [Outro] (Final Mic Drop, Victory Lap)
Ayo, fuck cake, fuck balloons, fuck a bitch that ain't true,
Only real ones in your circle, the rest? Fuck ‘em too!
So take this track, play it loud, let ‘em hear it in space,
Happy fuckin’ birthday, now get outta my face! 🚀