Lyrics

[spoken intro with swagger]

Yo. Check it.

King Kong don't have shit on me.

[Verse 1] (check it)
You wore my name like a borrowed crown,
Drank my blood just to water your ground,
You shook my hand with a fucking snake smile,
While you stitched up your coffin in betrayal style.

You thought I wouldn’t see you?
You thought I wouldn’t know?
I built your castles — now I’ll watch ’em BURN slow.

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[Chorus] (full blast, anthemic)
FUCK YOU — you beta bitches!
FUCK YOU — you rats in stitches!
FUCK YOU — this is my motherfucking home!
You are ashes! You are ghosts! You are NOTHING on your own!
FUCK. YOU.

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[Verse 2]
Shoes too big for you to fill on sweat from a back
That built the house that you call home,
You bought your pride with counterfeit gold,
You kiss the mirror ’cause the truth’s too cold.

But I’m the storm you can’t outrun,
I’m the reckoning — you’re the one with the gun… pointed backward, son.

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[Chorus] (again, louder, deeper rage)
FUCK YOU — you beta bitches!
FUCK YOU — you rats in stitches!
FUCK YOU — this is my motherfucking home!
You are ashes! You are ghosts! You are NOTHING on your own!
FUCK. YOU.

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[Bridge] (low, sinister whisper — like a ritual awakening)
You see me coming and you feel it in your chest,
You smell the blood you thought you’d suppress,
You hear the boots, you hear the drum,
You hear your end — cause I’m the motherfucking one.

(Tempo rises — heartbeat war drum… swelling into eruption.)

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[Final Chorus] (apocalyptic, sky-falling energy)
FUCK YOU — you beta bitches!
FUCK YOU — you rats in stitches!
FUCK YOU — this is my blood and a holy war!
You’re the worms on the floor,
You’re the trash at my door —
And I’m done being the only kind anymore!

FUCK. YOU.

Check it

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[Outro] (slow, gritty, fading like embers of a burning temple)
Keep digging that grave…
You never had a reputation to save…

(screamed, pure warcry)
FREE NOLAN!