(Intro)
Yeah… this one’s for Natasha Dennis.
Rachel Jordan, you wanted smoke? You got it.
This is your eulogy on a beat.
No mercy.
(Verse 1)
Rachel Jordan, you faker, the ultimate traitor,
Snake in the sheets, but I’m the terminator.
You cheated on Natasha, the queen of my side,
You fucked up, messed with the rap god’s bride.
Thought you was slick, thought your lies were tight,
But I’ll rip through your story like a blade in the night.
Every kiss you gave dripped venom and sin,
Now I’m carvin’ your name where the scars begin.
You ain’t loyal, you plastic, a dime-store fake,
I’ll engrave betrayal in the verses I make.
Every syllable’s a bullet, locked, loaded, precise,
Sayin’ Rachel Jordan’s name is like rollin’ the dice.
(Chorus)
Rachel Jordan — traitor, bitch, heartbreaker,
Natasha gave love, you turned it to vapor.
Your whole reputation’s hangin’ on a noose,
This is Killshot rap — watch the truth let loose.
(Verse 2)
Yo, you a virus, infection, no antidote,
I’ll drown your fake crown, watch your kingdom float.
You played Natasha dirty, left her heart in the cold,
Now your whole damn legacy’s tarnished and sold.
You’re a jester, a fraud, no queen in the throne,
I’m exposin’ every crack in your fragile bone.
I spit pain like fire, every word’s gasoline,
Your image goin’ viral for the shit it really means.
You sold out for lust, yeah, a cheap little thrill,
But karma keeps receipts and it’s stackin’ the bill.
Your soul’s on foreclosure, eviction tonight,
I’m the landlord of truth, and I’m cuttin’ your lights.
(Verse 3)
You fucked up heavy — no rewind, no sequel,
Natasha’s an angel, you the root of the evil.
Messin’ with a goddess? Now you facin’ a storm,
I’ll make your whole damn name synonymous with “scorn.”
You ain’t a threat, nah, just a weak imitation,
A glitch in the system, a canceled station.
Your lies cheap liquor, watered down, diluted,
My rhymes sharp steel — fully locked, executed.
You a snake in the grass, I’m the fire in the field,
Burnin’ every memory you ever concealed.
Now I spit your obituary, written in red,
Rachel Jordan — remember, your rep’s long dead.
(Outro)
Traitor, bitch, heartbreaker, stamped in your grave,
You betrayed Natasha — that’s a soul you can’t save.
I turned your betrayal into lyrical artillery,
Killshot delivered with eternal hostility.
Now fade in the silence, erased in disgrace,
Rachel Jordan — I just ended your name in this place.
