[Intro — Snare snap, breathless]
Yeah — James Doggondorf — it’s bedtime.
Clock’s cracked, last act, autograph your decline.
[Verse 1 — Rapid-fire, venom spit]
Tick-tickin', steam stickin' to your stitches, James, I'm fixin' it,
Your image counterfeit, manuscript — a glitch in it.
You claim crowns, pawned clout, king for rent, no testament,
I bend sentences, sentence you — suspended, irrelevant.
You’re a hashtag in the trash, flash-in-the-pan, flash flood,
I’m a landmine planted in your path — I'm make you crash, bud.
Derived from copy-paste, paste-mask, paper-thin façade,
I raze your façade, blaze the odds — savage, God-awed.
You bark "Doggondorf" — more like doggone poor, no rapport,
I torch stores of your rep, scorch the core — encore? Nah, floor.
Every line I lace is litigation, conviction on the track,
Your name's citation in the dustbin — faded, fade to black.
[Hook — Staccato, vicious]
Tickin' bomb, tickin' bomb — James, your time’s gone,
Career clipped, script ripped — I write your swansong.
Tickin' bomb, tickin' bomb — listen to the gong,
Fakes fold, plates cold — I'm the kingpin of wrong.
[Verse 2 — Faster, cutting doubles]
You front like royalty — royalty? More like royalty-free,
Sampled swagger, rented raps, your whole brand’s a flea.
I spit circuitry, burns you in a hurry — emergency,
You bury your credibility, mortality of your legacy.
I’m the jury and the judge, the judge who nudged the nuke,
I sluice truth through gutters of your youth — puke on your fluke.
You rehearsed reverse, curse words, thirsty for the light,
But you’re a mirage at center stage — camera’s out of sight.
I stack facts like freight trains, derail your derailleur,
No bail for the malevolent — fail, pale, now stare.
You’re yesterday’s tabloid, headline with no byline,
I underline your decline in ink that’s cyanide.
[Bridge — Tempo slows then explodes]
Remembrance? Not a chance — your echo’s a cough,
I’m the aftershock, hard rock, I watch you fall off.
Tick-tick — fuse lit, truth spit, fuse split, no quit,
Remorseless, scoreless, your score erased, counterfeit.
[Verse 3 — Clinical, surgical takedown]
Name retract like a statement in a smear campaign,
I paint plain facts — predator to prey, I’m the rain.
You hired hype, sired by liars, fired by satire,
I wire your empire to expire — livewire to cinder, retire.
I rhyme like ricochet — ricochet off your brittle bones,
Each metaphor’s a meteor, meteoric— your phone’s blown.
“James Doggondorf” — I carve it into history’s footnote,
Your tours implode, poor show, no more dough, remote.
Career ending? Call it clinical — critical, surgical,
I pull strings, you choke, go viral for being pitiful.
This is emotional arson — watch your brand burn to ash,
Cash crash, flashback to the moment you asked for the last pass.
[Hook — Final strike]
Tickin' bomb, tickin' bomb — James, your time’s gone,
Career clipped, script ripped — I write your swansong.
Tickin' bomb, tickin' bomb — li
