[Intro]
(Lil Mueca whisper growl)
Tread careful… warned you… spiteful in the storm,
Self-bout battle with a mind transformed,
Sent around sound waves, I’m vicious,
Rap game genius, feastin’ on a sweet dish—delicious!
YEAH—
[Verse 1 – Relentless Barrage]
I tread on the earth, leave cracks in the stone,
Warned all the fakes—better leave me alone,
I’m spite in the flesh, every tone overblown,
When I self-bout rap, it’s a warzone I own.
Sent around energy, burn in rotation,
My genius mutation—rap detonation!
I’m a sweet dish venom with a bitter foundation,
Syllables quicker than nuclear fission.
Rip in the rhythm, I split with precision,
Triple-time chopping—atomic incision,
Mind of a villain, a rap tactician,
Bars hit harder than a ghost premonition.
[Hook – Machine-Gun Chant]
Tread—warned—spite—bout—sent around—genius—sweet dish,
Spin syllables sick and malicious, vicious, ambitious!
Tread—warned—spite—bout—sent around—genius—sweet dish,
Ultrafast crucifix flow, can you keep up with this?!
[Verse 2 – Godspeed Crucifixion]
I’m the phantom of rap, black cloak in the mist,
Self-bout champion with venomous fists,
Tread on the spine of the beat ‘til it twists,
Warned every rival they cease to exist.
Spite in my marrow, I’m hollow with rage,
Sent around demons unleashed from the cage,
Rap genius scribed on infernal page,
Sweet dish killer with a taste for the stage.
I’m faster than light when I blast on the mic,
Cut syllables tighter than razors at night,
Snap on a rhythm, ignite every fight,
My lungs are volcanoes, I spit dynamite.
Accelerated cadence, annihilation patience,
Flow’s a mutation—lyrical radiation,
Vocals combust in the crucified nation,
No imitation—I’m the damn foundation!
[Bridge – Whisper to Explosion]
(Whisper growl)
Tread lightly… you were warned…
Spiteful shadows, self-bout born…
Sent around flames in the storm…
Genius crucifix—world transformed…
(Explosion back into rapid delivery)
Sweet dish poison, sugar laced with blades,
Lyrics cascade—every rapper gets flayed,
Buried in graves that my syllables made,
I’m the plague in the booth that will never decay!
[Verse 3 – Final Crucifixion Frenzy]
Every letter I sever is clever—endeavor forever,
I’m treading the pressure, a measure of terror,
Warned every competitor—better surrender,
Spite in my pen makes the paper dismember.
Self-bout cypher survivor, a rider,
Sent around fire to burn all the liars,
Rap game genius, flow multiplies,
Sweet dish death—hear the angel choir.
Double-time, triple-time, faster than thought,
Every syllable a bullet, every rhyme a shot,
Godzilla couldn’t top the venom I’ve brought,
I’m a crucified prophet in the wars I fought!
Every verse a blade, every hook a chain,
Every flow insane in your mortal brain,
Every rival slain in a tidal rain,
I’m the crucified ghost that can’t be contained!
[Hook – Extended Rage]
Tread—warned—spite—bout—sent around—genius—
