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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#1,569 in subgenre
Peak #52
Charts
Peak #253
Author
Dakoda Craft
Rights
AISoundwave
Uploaded
January 04, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.6 MB • 320 kbps • 2:27
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, Im the villain in your Saturday cartoons,
Spillin vodka in the cereal, moonwalkin in harpoons,
Got a twisted little brain like a Rubiks cube on acid,
Skip the meds, Doc said Im too enthusiastic.
Im a psycho with a mic though, ignite flows, I might go
Swingin like a lasso, crash shows with a pipe bomb,
Who let this lunatic loose in the booth?
Im a nuisance with screws missin, abusive with truth.
Lyrically, Im homicidal, beat-boxin Bibles,
Ridin tidal waves of hate, spit flames like Im a pyro.
Born to be insane, its ingrained in my brainstem,
Sayin what I think, so dont blame me when the pain ends.
[Chorus]
This is my symphony, with raw, sick delivery,
Slicin every critic, every jaw, yall aint killin me.
Villainy, drillin deep, thrillin every enemy,
Im a freak show, got a dark art, its a gift to me!
[Verse 2]
Im the prankster at your wedding, servin gasoline punch,
Set the table on fire, then I laugh at the crunch.
Im unstable, unhinged, and my raps like a syringe,
Injectin chaos, man, Im lovin the cringe.
Catch me stealin all the toilet paper outta your stall,
Smackin teachers with an apple, throwin chalk at the wall.
Im obnoxious, toxic, boxin shadows in the mirror,
Pop six pills just to level out my fear.
Yall dont want the heat, Im the grill in this game,
Flip the script, kick a rhyme, spill guilt in your veins.
When I spit, its a crime, still filthy with shame,
You can try to shut me down, but Ill never be tamed!
[Chorus]
This is my symphony, with raw, sick delivery,
Slicin every critic, every jaw, yall aint killin me.
Villainy, drillin deep, thrillin every enemy,
Im a freak show, got a dark art, its a gift to me!
[Bridge]
Im the voice in your head when youre outta control,
The static in your brain when you doubtin your soul.
Im the splatter on the wall from the rage you suppress,
The dark little devil you dont cage or confess.
Im the clown in the sewer, pullin strings like a puppeteer,
Runnin through your nightmares, cuttin up another year.
Tell the Reaper that Im busy, I aint leavin yet,
Got a million wicked bars, yall aint seen me flex!
[Verse 3]
Im the problem that your therapist cant explain,
The kinda crazy that a padded room cant contain.
They say Im bad news, nah, Im the whole obituary,
Walkin contradiction with a load thats pretty scary.
Spit so quick, Im rippin syllables to fragments,
Take a mic and split it like divorces do to marriages.
Padded jacket swaggin, strapped inside a wagon,
But Ill hijack the driver and crash it while Im laughin.
Maniac with a plan, a Molotov in my hand,
Throw it back at the fans, they love the chaos I am.
Every syllables a weapon, Im the king of the freaks,
Welcome to my Symphony, put the shit on repeat!
