Yo—

I’m the plague to the plague, name etched in fire,

CRASHWALKER back—swingin' vials like wires.

Call him “Doctor,” but death’s on the business card,

High priest of Pfizer, God of the graveyard.

PCR prophet? Nah—Mullis said “fraud,”

Called your science a scam, then got clapped by God.

Pneumonia hit quick, like silence on cue,

Right before COVID dropped like déjà vu.

Run death is near, you can hear it in the breath,

Every cure that you sell is a profit on death.

Run death is near, you can see it in the eyes,

Every mask, every lie is a government disguise.

This ain’t medicine—it’s market domination,

You funded the leak, then pitched the salvation.

Chopped gain of function behind smoky veils,

With CCP labs in demonic details.

Yo, Fauci, you lied. You knew from the gate,

The mask was a leash, the jab was a bait.

You buried the studies, you padded the stats,

Then cashed in while bodies went stiff on mats.

Run death is near, you can hear it in the breath,

Every cure that you sell is a profit on death.

Run death is near, you can see it in the eyes,

Every mask, every lie is a government disguise.

Got patents with stakes, so you played both ends,

Your wallet and WHO ain’t just friends—it blends.

Remdesivir? “Run death is near,”

You pushed it while patients drowned in fear.

AIDS game repeat—poison in bottles,

AZT flashbacks, bodies in hollows.

Bathhouse creep, black blood spilled,

Homeless dead from the trials you billed.

Whispers in the chamber, shadows in the labs,

Truth buried deep underneath body slabs.

Chains on the people dressed up as care,

But the noose gets tighter when the truth’s laid bare.

The highest-paid leech in government skin,

Puppets on panels, devilish grin.

No regrets, no trial, no chill in your tone—

But the rope hums loud when karma’s grown.

Run death is near, echo loud through the halls,

Every name that you silenced still screams through the walls.

Run death is near, yeah the writing’s in stone,

CRASHWALKER returns — and the lie’s overthrown.