Yeah…

Print it wrong again.

They say I snapped, I say I finally aligned

Whole world talking like they lived in my mind

Every rumor a brick, I stack em with grace

Build a throne outta headlines, sit back, lace

Smile in the photo, teeth full of threat

I don’t dodge allegations, I sharpen em next

You tweet, I reload, you bark, I bite

I don’t lose sleep, I write nightmares tight

They want heroes, I show em receipts

Every saint got dirt if you dig deep

I ain’t cancel proof, I’m pressure fed

Turn outrage into armor, wear it instead

Every concern just fuels my reach

They pray I fall, I teach gravity speech

If silence is gold, then noise is a crown

I talk real loud when they want me down

Say my name wrong

Say it again

Bad press, good aim, point blank reputation

They drag my name like it’s public sanitation

Bad press, no saints, piss on the narrative

Call me the problem, fine, I’m catastrophic

Bad press, full frame, smile for the hate

They write my downfall, I show up late

Bad press, no brakes, laugh in the static

Say I’m the villain, cool, make it cinematic

I see fake care in a thousand replies

Hope you heal with a knife in the line

They don’t want truth, they want theater blood

They want clips, not context, piss in a cup

I don’t trip over backlash, I surf it in boots

Ride waves of disgust straight into the booth

They fact check jokes but ignore the crime

I punch holes in logic, call it design

Every podcast expert, none lived a day

They dissect my breath like it owes them pay

I don’t clean my image, I stain it on purpose

Let it rot, let it spread, let it surface

They say too angry, I say well fed

I eat pressure raw, let it talk in my head

If I’m toxic, then drink me neat

I don’t dilute rage for your comfort seat

They say do better

I say watch closer

You don’t want peace

You want closure porn

I learned real quick they don’t clap for growth

They clap when the rope start touching your throat

So I dance on the edge, smile mid fall

Make the moment too big to cancel at all

If the mob got a face, it’s scared of a mirror

I make em flinch every time I get clearer

They beg for remorse, I give em precision

I don’t beg forgiveness, I change the decision

You want me quiet, then pay the rent

I charge per second I’m mentioned

I don’t fold for crowds, I bend em instead

Turn pitchforks into mic stands, raise em overhead

I ain’t here to be liked, I’m here to be felt

Leave fingerprints on the sound itself

When history writes who survived the flame

They’ll spell my name wrong, but remember the name

Bad press, good aim, point blank reputation

They drag my name like it’s public sanitation

Bad press, no saints, piss on the narrative

Call me the problem, fine, I’m catastrophic

Bad press, full frame, smile for the hate

They write my downfall, I show up late

Bad press, no brakes, laugh in the static

Say I’m the villain, cool, make it cinematic

Keep typing.

I’m still eating.