(Sound of a spray can shaking)

(Low whisper)

It’s not personal... it’s just... unavoidable.

I’m the king of the "Nevermind," the god of the "Sigh,"

Got a smile like a razor and a twitch in my eye.

I saw you posted up, acting like the block is yours?

Well, I’m the ghost in the machine, settling the scores.

See that dive bar? Yeah, the one with the neon glow?

I got a brick with your name on it—just thought you should know.

Oops... did I do that? My bad, I’m such a klutz,

I guess the gravity was heavy, or I’m just losing touch.

I’m your passive-aggressive vandal, keeping it low,

I don't raise my voice, I just let the chaos grow.

No fingerprints, no motive, just a "hope you have a nice day,"

While I’m burning down the bridges that you built in my way.

And hey, big brother? Yeah, I see you on the pole,

Watching every move like you’re searching for a soul.

So I brought a little something just to "fix" it for you,

A chainsaw symphony to ease the tension—overdue.

Timber goes the camera, lens hitting the dirt,

I’m just doing maintenance—hope nobody got hurt.

But let’s talk about the car—the one you polish for the street,

The one you think is armor makes the victory so sweet.

You looked at me wrong? Like I’m some kind of joke?

Now your expensive glass is nothing but a cloud of smoke.

That’s for the disrespect.

That’s for the tone.

I’m putting spider-webs in glass, leaving you alone.

One swing for the ego, watch the windscreen cave,

I’m digging out your pride and I’m turning it to a grave.

(Whisper)

I told you I was fine.

You should have believed me.

There. Now the neighborhood has character.

(Sound of heavy boots walking away on gravel)