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Verse 1

Hey Vox, you glitchy sack of shit,

All that noise? You're full of it.

You scream "control" through broken screens —

You're just a buffering cocktease of broken dreams.

Valentino, you cheap-ass cum-stain king,

Silk and suffering don't mean a fucking thing.

You sell bodies like a two-bit fucking whore —

I own the scraps before they hit the floor.

Velvette, you trend-hopping piss-stain cunt,

Plastic crown, dopamine stunt.

Nobody fears you, you overhyped turd —

Your fifteen minutes died. Haven't you fucking heard?

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