Lyrics

[Intro – venom with velvet]
Would you use Maximum Effort
To weaponize your fictitious trauma
To sell fake pain and sabotage the innocent
Would you grab it—
And call your agent?

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[Verse 1 – Ryan’s Mask Slips]
Yo, it’s Deadpool with a dad bod and a god complex
Spins charm like cash while he backdoors the checks
Green Lantern flopped, so he gaslit the biz
Now it’s all Mint Mobile jokes and fake feminist fizz
Beady-eyed smile, built for the screen
But behind the scenes? Straight-up mean
Backstabs with a grin, blacklists with flair
He’s not the hero—he’s the villain with thinning hair

He brags ‘bout his wife, but makes her the pawn
Turns lawsuits to leverage, then poofs—he’s gone
Thinks he’s untouchable, dressed in red
But real justice don’t care who you married or bred
From Reynolds to ruthless—it’s not that far
When your brand’s built on scripts and deflection PR

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[Chorus]
You better lose your lie, the act’s gone dry
One shot to confess, but you’d rather deny
You only get one play to spin your sin—
But the court’s got receipts, and they’re closing in
No more joking, no more stalling
The real story? It’s appalling.
Deadpool’s gone, now we see the man—
Just a scared little boy… with a million-dollar scam.

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[Verse 2 – Blake’s Beige Reckoning]
Now here comes B giving B effort in Gossip Girl apparel
Selling feminist slogans while silencing the weak
Claims she’s the voice—but it’s all beige lies
Spins trauma like fragrance, then monetizes cries
It Ends With Us? Girl, it never began—
You’re ghostwriting pain for a marketing plan
PR-polished, with crocodile tears
But can’t remember details from actual years

Subpoenaing Freedman like she’s Postmates lost
“Just one lawyer please—with defamation sauce”
She gaslights survivors, rebrands the harm
While building a castle on other folks’ alarm
Uses titles like armor, but cracks still show
’Cause ethics don’t sparkle under studio glow

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[Bridge – icy, slow burn]
Power don’t make you right.
Pain ain’t a trend.
Being famous?
Doesn’t mean you transcend.
Your titles are borrowed.
Your empathy’s fake.
Now the game you built?
We’re watching it break.

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[Final Chorus – fire, facts, fatality]
Lose your lie, the world’s awake
Your golden image? Easy to break
One last scene, but this ain’t a script
This is real life—and the scales just flipped
You stole, you smeared, you played with fire
Now you’re the fraud the world won’t admire
From green suits to filtered grief—
This trial?
It ends with truth.

🎤 [Final Line – Outro]

So keep your spin, your brand, your smoke—
Moonlight Receipts just broke your joke.
No edits, no filters, no script to revise—
We end with the truth…
and the fall of your lies. 🌙🔥