Deranged & Untamed

Lyrics

Intro: (Optic Sin mumbling to himself, eerie whispers, footsteps echoing like he’s pacing in a dark room.) (Optic Sin:) "Ohhh, you really thought I cared?! HA! HAHA! Oh, you poor, poor thing… I don't do love, I do entertainment!" (Beat creeps in: Twisted piano keys, deep bass rumbling, distorted vocal echoes.) (Sudden silence… then BOOM! Explosive 808 drop, sirens blaring!) Verse 1: (Optic Sin’s flow starts slow, like he’s calculating, then SNAPS into rapid-fire madness.) Smokin’ spliffs, gettin’ litty, with my bitties, countin’ fifties (Mwahaha!) Took a flight, now we off that, world is lookin’ iffy (Where am I?!) I don’t even know how the night went, think I lost my memory (Who am I?!) Woke up in a straight jacket, doctors all pretendin’ me (Lies!) Talkin’ reckless, send ‘em packin’, I don’t need no patience (Nope!) Break a heart, break a jaw, no need for explanations (Smack!) Told ‘em pack they bags, nah, THROW ‘EM IN THE BASEMENT (Haha!) I don’t do attachments, I do tests on new replacements (Gone!) (Beat glitches, eerie children’s choir hums in the background.) Hook: (Chant-like, demonic choir backing vocals, chaotic energy.) You can’t change her (Nope!), you’ll be just another stranger (What?!) Never been the type to maintain her, to retain her (Nah, nah, nah!) You just detained her, you can’t claim her (She gone!) Can’t blame her, you can’t tame her (Whoo!) You’ll just become another strangerrrrr, ohhhh! (Mwahaha!) (Adlibs: "Poor baby!" "Lost your grip, huh?" "Somebody get this fool a therapist!") Verse 2: (Now the flow is totally unstable—high-pitched, fast, then suddenly deep and eerie.) Oooooo you irrelevant, watchin’ while I’m feelin’ him (He’s mine now!) He say I’m in my element, I told him, “WELCOME, STEP ON IN” (Come in!) Told him “Boy, I need a king, not a puppet actin’ militant” (Ew!) He said, “That’s why you different,” I said, “Yeah, my mind is infinite” (Whoo!) (Beat cuts out. Clock ticking sounds. Whispers in the background.) (Optic Sin:) "Oh? You thought it was over? Awww, that’s adorable…" (Beat SLAMS back in—808s distorted beyond belief, sirens BLARING!) Bridge: *(Optic Sin laughing maniacally, voice layered with deep demonic tones.) Ooooooohhhh, I don’t chase, I manipulate! (I calculate!) Every move I make, it’s checkmate! (Checkmate!) I don’t need no diamonds, I already shine (I shine!) I don’t need a king, I built my own empire, yeahhh! (Whoo!) (SFX: Cackling laughter, glass shattering, reversed synths building intensity.) Verse 3: *(Final verse—FULLY UNHINGED, Optic Sin talking, laughing, then SCREAMING.) I be where the money at, I don’t do no feelings (Nope!) Told that shorty, “Only bosses in my circle, keep it real then!” (Whoo!) Choppa sing like choirs, don’t give me a reason (Brrrah!) If you ain’t talkin’ power, get the hell out while you breathin’ (RUN!) She be lurkin', (Where?!) tell that boy go get his shorty (Haha!) She all up on me, actin’ moody, how she even know me? (Whoo?!) Heard my name,