Y’all sniffed the wrong sarcophagus...

Now I’m back—and I’m PISSED.

I was chilling in linen, wrapped real tight,

Took a four-thousand-year nap—then I saw the light.

But the air smelled foul, like burnt-up spice,

‘Cause y’all been snortin’ my uncles and munchin’ my wife.

Yeah, you ground up grandma for a high-class thrill,

Then snorted Uncle Anubis just for the pill.

Y’all drank my dad like a potion for clout,

Now I’m stompin’ out tombs, with the sandstorm out!

Snorted my pharaoh family—what the HELL?!

Now I’m raisin’ hell with that embalmed smell!

You ate my kin, you powdered their skin,

So I’m cursing your bloodline again and again!

Snorted my pharaoh fam? You sick lil’ freaks!

Now I’m haunting your palace for the next few weeks!

No rest for the dead ‘til my wrath gets fed,

And your museum burns RED—yeah, you heard what I said!

I’m not just a relic—I’m the wrath of Ra,

Got hieroglyphs bleeding from my shredded jaw.

You used our dust for your boutique spice,

But forgot I got curses colder than ice.

Took my cousin to the club in your cocaine line,

Now I’m breakin’ dance floors with a vengeful shine.

I spit tomb funk with a scythe in hand,

Got scarabs in the speakers and a vengeful band.

Ay-ay-ay, you snorted the king,

Now the mummy’s back and he’s gonna sting~

Who eats a priest? Who eats a niece?

Now you cursed yourself with ancient beef!

Snorted my pharaoh family—what the HELL?!

Now I’m raisin’ hell with that embalmed smell!

You ate my kin, you powdered their skin,

So I’m cursing your bloodline again and again!

Should’ve left us in peace, huh?

But now... you the snack.

Welcome to the after-afterlife, bitch.