[Verse 1 —]
I spit razor blades, shred the beat into confetti,
Your bars anorexic, my shit too heavy.
Sick in the head — yeah, the meds couldn’t save me,
Flow like crack, straight out the eighties.

Gifted with the curse, every chorus reimburse it,
Make the crowd bow down when they see me — worship.
High heels sharper than a guillotine blade,
Body any rap bitch — verses versus, get slayed.


Mind like a weapon, cock back and I aim,
Spray syllables sick, leave casualties maimed.
Victims dead on arrival — DOA,
Hashtag “thoughts and prayers,” post it same day.

I don’t throw shade — I eclipse when I slide,
This war is couture, and you're dressed to die
Body stiff, closed casket. Bitch asked for it.
Left her verse in the hearse — Last word Mine



[interlude]
[beats]




[Hook / Chorus – 2x]

I keep that blade waistline —
When I, when I
Walk in like the front line —
pass em in the breadline
when i, when i
whip around the coastline
when i, when i
When I, when I
Erase your whole bloodline —
When I, when I

Dot your eyes when I cross these lines,

[verse]
Runways or run-ins, I’m dressed for both,
Velvet gloves on, but I still cut throats.
Vintage Chanel, with a switch in the sleeve,
Smile in Dior, step in Jimmy Choo — High fashion

Look at me wrong I'll turn the Met Gala to a shootout,
I reach when you freeze up,
Sydney Sweeny catching strays
Cause you had some shit to say.

Strike a pose as I’m lining up targets,
Smiling sweet, but the mindset’s carnage.
Thug in a gown — don’t mistake the decor,
Suge Knight in stilettos — Red soles, real gore

Paparazzi be catching me with your man,
Make him pose — hand on my ass for the cam.
He eatin’ me up, then he kissin’ your face,
Same day — now go wipe off the taste.


[Hook / Chorus – 2x]

I keep that blade waistline —
When I, when I
Walk in like the front line —
pass em in the breadline
when i, when i
whip around the coastline
when i, when i
When I, when I
Erase your whole bloodline —
When I, when I

Dot your eyes when I cross these lines,

[bridge]
Want mercy, all I got is merch
Here's a tee shirt — hope it fits over the hurt.
Limited edition — no refunds, no love,
Thread count high — like the body count was.

Show caution -- This warning --
Take a soft approach, head down, eyes low.
Your man eating it, you can eat it too --
ménage à trois Queening on the both of you


Hook / Chorus – 2x]

I keep that blade waistline —
When I, when I
Walk in like the front line —
pass em in the breadline
when i, when i
whip around the coastline
when i, when i
When I, when I
Erase your whole bloodline —
When I, when I

Dot your eyes when I cross these lines,