Cupid slasher

🎤 Intro: (Beat yavaş girer, yankılı vokaller) 📞 Telefon çalıyo’, iş gene büyüyo’ ⏳ Zaman akıyo’, içim soğuyo’ 🚦 Yeşil yanar, ama içim kırmızı 💀 Ne para ne hız, değiştiriyo’ yazıyı (skrrt!) 📝 Verse 1: 📊 Geceler uzun, işler tıkırında 🏆 Şampiyon gibiyim, her gün sahada 🎲 Risk aldım, zar yine altımda (hah!) 🔥 Büyük düşündüm, dedim "Bas gaza!" (vroom) 💣 İşimizi büyüttük, dedim "Az daha!" (more) 💸 Beni durduramaz hiçbiri asla! (yok) 🔊 Chorus (Nakarat): 🏎️ Lüks arabalar, hızlı yollar (skrrt) 🕶️ Dışardan kral, içerden enkaz (yeah) 🔪 Dost sandıklarım şimdi nerede? (woah) 💔 Beni sevmediler, sadece cebimi (hah!) 🏎️ Lüks arabalar, hızlı yollar (skrrt) 🕶️ Dışardan kral, içerden enkaz (yeah) 🔪 Dost sandıklarım şimdi nerede? (woah) 💔 Beni sevmediler, sadece cebimi (hah!) 📝 Verse 2: 🔥 Büyük konuştum, küçüldüm içimde ⚔️ Hırs dedim, savaş dedim, düştüm en dibe 💡 Işıklar yanar, sönmez sanarsın 💀 Ama yalnız kaldığında anlarsın 💲 Paran var ama bir şey eksik (skrrt) 🔄 Dönmek istersin, yol çok karışık (brrr) 📍 Nereye gitsem de sonum hep aynı 🖤 Ne kadar kazansam da içim hep kayıp 🔊 Chorus (Tekrar - Daha güçlü, adlibler eklenir): 🏎️ Lüks arabalar, hızlı yollar (skrrt) 🕶️ Dışardan kral, içerden enkaz (yeah) 🔪 Dost sandıklarım şimdi nerede? (woah) 💔 Beni sevmediler, sadece cebimi (hah!) 🏎️ Lüks arabalar, hızlı yollar (skrrt) 🕶️ Dışardan kral, içerden enkaz (yeah) 🔪 Dost sandıklarım şimdi nerede? (woah) 💔 Beni sevmediler, sadece cebimi (hah!) 🎤 Outro: 📞 Telefon çalıyo’, iş gene büyüyo’ (alo?) ⏳ Zaman akıyo’, içim üşüyo’ 🚦 Yeşil yanar, ama içim kırmızı 💀 Ne para ne hız, değiştiriyo’ yazıyı... (skrrt!)

Yo, yo, yo! Hey, Salhi! Where you at, man? Oh wait, I need a microscope just to see you, fam! Salhi walkin’ in, two sticks for legs, a tiny torso, Lookin’ like a barcode, stretchin’ out but stayin’ corto! Boy’s so short, when he sneezes, he headbutts his knees, Talkin’ big game, but bro, you barely reachin’ my sleeves! Tiny tall Salhi, built like a glitch! Top so small, but legs so rich! You run real fast, but can’t reach the shelf, Tryna talk tough? Man, check yourself!

Тимоху пиздят дома он еблан проёб учебу Мамка его пиздила жёстко и не жалела просто Он тупой еблан и не красивый Прыщавый долбаёб он Его бросила малышка он урод ебаный он Очень много мата в тексте ,как и на лице прыщей Он просто баклажан в сексе И курит как уеюан Его чмырили все друзья По этому он один теперь Курит он как даун в детстве били пидараса (Хэй) Кстати текст щас без эдлибов Потому что долбаёб Тимофей послушай дисс мой и пырни себя ножом В детстве тебя била мама Сука ты еблан тупой И тебе начали в руки Ты из общества изгой Ой точнее аутсайдер Типо отстающей в жизни Ты чмо на последнем месте Тебя избивали

Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off Used to act tough, now you're just a con and a scoff First, you dodged the draft with your fake bone spurs While real soldiers bled, you stayed in your furs Lookin' like a clown in your red tie I saw it comin', that's why I called your lie And kept on stompin' When you sold out the base for your golden throne Livin' off Daddy's cash, one big ego And not a care for the folks below You started off with your silver spoon Six bankruptcies later, still singin' the same tune White House just foolin' The "Make America Great" schtick, who you foolin'? You're just a phony I put that on my mama and my dead homies Ivanka's on your team, so you're losin' Ay yo Don, stick to losin'

Oh! They said Aussies don't have an opener Rohit misses out tour opener Harshit Jurel Washi Sundar No place for the finger spinner 17 wickets on the opening day Bumrah keeps the Aussies at bay KL & Jaiswal steady the ship Massive tick THAT partnership McSweeney's play and miss Nightwatchman Pat Cummins King Kohli's Perth kiss Labuschagne bails and Khawaja fails Pink ball Test in Adelaide Oval Travis Head is a well-known local Siraj send-off not so cool? Nip-backer Shubman Gill Steve Smith tons up in Brisbane Serving teasers in 6th stump (to Kohli) lane All eyes on the dressing room scene Ashwin-goodbye, glued to the screen

Verse 1: We don’t want it all, yeah, I been hustling all day, all night, Ain’t no handouts, no free ride, I don’t need no fake love by my side. They try to talk, try to preach, But they don’t know what I had to reach, Started from nothing, made my lane, They can’t relate, they can’t feel this pain. Pre-Chorus: I don’t want some bro giving all to me, Earned my scars, let me be, I don’t need no sympathy, I just want my destiny. Chorus: We don’t want it all, yeah, Grinding ‘til the sun fades, Fighting through the long days, I don’t need no praise. We don’t want it all, yeah, I’d rather earn than beg or plea, Hustle runs deep in me, So let me be... --- Verse 2 (Long and Powerful): Ain’t nobody hustling no more, They just wait for the rich to open doors, While we the poor keep pushing through, No credit for the things we do. They act like we just got it easy, Like our blood and sweat was free, see, But they don’t see the nights we cried, Sacrificed our peace, swallowed our pride. We built from nothing but dust and dreams, They laughed while we ripped at the seams, Now they see us rising tall, Actin’ like we owe them all. They hate ‘cause they ain’t us, Never felt the fire that sustained us, Passion that kept us alive, They lacked it, so they couldn’t survive. Blamin’ us for their lost time, Jealous of our uphill climb, They didn’t grind, didn’t bleed, Now they envy what we achieved. They wanted the crown without the fight, But we battled every day, every night, Now they point fingers, throwin’ shade, Mad ‘cause they stayed in the shade. --- Verse 3 (Continuation and Build-Up): We took the pain, made it power, Turned every struggle into an empire, They watched, they waited, they stalled, We fought, we rose, we balled. They want a piece of what we made, But never helped pave the way, Now they hate, they complain, Sayin’ we changed when we just maintained. Truth is, they couldn’t stand the climb, Wanted shortcuts, wastin’ time, Now they mad they didn’t grow, But they chose comfort over the unknown. Blamin’ us for their regrets, While we chased dreams with no rest, They doubted, they called it a phase, Now we shine, now they amazed. We made it without their applause, No cheers, no support, no calls, But now they tryna take credit, For a grind they never respected. --- Chorus: We don’t want it all, yeah, Grinding ‘til the sun fades, Fighting through the long days, I don’t need no praise. We don’t want it all, yeah, I’d rather earn than beg or plea, Hustle runs deep in me, So let me be... --- Outro (Crash Out and Real Talk): We spent our lives chasing this dream, Now they hate ‘cause they didn’t believe, Once brothers, now enemies, Switchin’ sides like it’s easy. They mad ‘cause we didn’t wait, Didn’t slow down for their fate, They stood still while we ran, Now they salty ‘cause we made a stand. We gave ‘em chances to grow, Told ‘em to grind, told ‘em to show, But they stayed in comfort’s embrace, Now they envious of our place. They blame

(Verse 1 – Messi Mentality) Born to be great, never back down, Magic on the pitch, yeah, rock that crown. Ronaldo could score 1,000 more, But Messi still the GOAT—check the scoreboard. (Chorus – Barça Back Up Top) By Jan they thought they made it, but we are back up top, They think every year is their year, but not this one. Barça’s crushin’ ‘em, cookin’ ‘em, ate them up, Left ‘em stunned, took the plates, now they outta luck. (Verse 2 – Remontada 2.0 on PSG Loading) Remontada 2.0, yeah, PSG folding, Déjà vu, see the pressure exploding. Lights too bright, now they hearts stop rolling, Barça don’t quit, history reloading. (Bridge – United in Shambles) Antony shining, but they held him back, Now he’s ballin’, proving facts. United was the problem, not the man, Now they sinking—same old plan. (Outro) Talk trophies, talk wins, talk legacy right, Some play for the season, some legends for life. You can hype up your squad, but deep down, y’all know, Who the kings of the pitch? That’s just how the game go.

(Yeah, yeah) (Ayo, turn me up!) [Verse 1] Step on the pitch, it's a vibe, you know, Messi the GOAT, watch the magic flow. Barça my squad, yeah, we play with heart, Pass so crisp, tear the game apart. Manchester’s blue, let’s state that fact, City on top, never lookin’ back. Haaland too cold, watch him attack, Pep got the vision, trophies stacked! [Chorus] Madrid? Nah, they pay them refs, Every game, man, it’s a theft. We see the script, yeah, we ain't impressed, VAR on their side, but we still the best! [Verse 2] Ronaldo who? I don’t mess with that, Messi’s the king, put the world on his back. Dribble through teams like they ain’t there, Left foot lethal, touch so rare. Etihad roars, that sky so blue, Man United? Man, they through. Ten Hag stressed, they ain’t got a clue, Manchester’s ours, yeah, that’s the truth. [Outro] So we rep that Barça crest, City grindin’, playin’ chess. Madrid fallin’, what a mess, Messi legend—ain’t no test! (Ayy, game over!)

(Verso 1) Ho il cuore a pezzi, sorella in ospedale, ogni battito un rischio, ogni giorno è uguale. La vedo lottare, quel coraggio nel suo sguardo, io che non so se avrò mai quella forza di guardo. E poi c’è mio fratello, su quel letto bianco, mi chiedo quanto ancora reggerà questo affronto. Ricovero domani, il futuro è un vuoto nero, cerco risposte, ma trovo solo il silenzio vero. (Ritornello) Mamma piange, le ho dato solo delusioni, ogni errore una cicatrice nelle nostre illusioni. Gli amici mi giudicano, senza sapere niente, dietro un sorriso nascondo il peso nella mente. (Verso 2) Cammino per strada, tutti mi guardano storto, come se fossi io il colpevole di questo porto. Non sanno il peso che porto sulle spalle, non vedono la pioggia che cade dentro le mie stanze. Vorrei sparire, cancellare ogni sbaglio, ridare pace a chi amo, far svanire ogni disagio. Ma resto qui, inchiodato a questo dolore, fra sogni che svaniscono e un futuro che fa rumore. (Ritornello) Mamma piange, le ho dato solo delusioni, ogni errore una cicatrice nelle nostre illusioni. Gli amici mi giudicano, senza sapere niente, dietro un sorriso nascondo il peso nella mente. (Verso 3) E poi c’è lui, quel padre che non c’è mai stato, quando c’era, era solo un’ombra, sempre ubriaco e stanco. Le sue promesse svanivano come fumi di sigaretta, mentre io cercavo una guida, ma lui era già in guerra. Ho vissuto nella sua assenza, un vuoto profondo, cercando un abbraccio che non è mai arrivato. Ogni volta che ricordo, il dolore si fa forte, un altro pezzo di me che si perde, una vita di sorte. (Bridge) Alla fine sono solo, in questa tempesta, cerco un senso, ma tutto si dissolve in fretta. Vorrei urlare, dire a tutti cosa provo, ma ho paura che nessuno capisca davvero il mio volo. (Outro) Così rimango qui, tra speranze infrante, con il cuore che batte per quelli che ho distante. Per mia sorella, mio fratello e mia madre, cercherò un modo per non farli più cadere in lacrime.

Iván David, tu nivel está de risa, Con esos 120 FPS, no vas ni para la esquina. Crees que eres un crack, pero solo das pena, Te faltan reflejos, hermano, y hasta un poco de seriedad. Ey, Iván, ¿te quedaste sin sentido? Con esos FPS, tu juego está perdido. Mejor vete a tu casa y juega con los muñecos, Porque en Fortnite, amigo, eres un cero absoluto. Tu aim es peor que un bot en el tutorial, Mi abuela te gana con su Nintendo, es un ritual. Te tiras sin pensar, y todos te vemos caer, Con esos movimientos, ni te atrevas a volver. Iván, Iván, apaga esa consola, Con tu ratón y teclado, solo te arrastran, pobrecito. 120 FPS, pero tu juego es un chiste, Nunca vas a avanzar, ni con suerte, Iván, ¡resiste! Dices que eres pro, pero eso es pura fantasía, Con esos FPS, no pasas ni la primera línea. Yo te dejo en el suelo con un 200 pump, Tu sueño de ser bueno se va al fondo como un dump. Te crees el rey, pero eres el payaso, Con cada partida, todos se burlan de tu paso. El chat se estremece cuando te ven jugar, Porque en Fortnite, Iván, nadie te va a respetar. ¿De verdad piensas que eres un as? Con esos FPS, solo sigues el compás del fracaso. Mejor ve a jugar algo que no te cause vergüenza, ¿Hola Kitty Online? Ahí tienes tu recompensa. Iván David, mejor apaga esa pantalla, Tu flow no pega, ni con las mejores metralletas. Aquí te fulmino con rimas y estilo, Y que la próxima vez, no entres en este hilo.

*(Hook)* I'm Aegis, steel and fire in motion, When I step up, shatter your weak notion. My circuits blaze, your fate's already sealed— Face my wrath, your defeat's the only deal. *(Verse 1)* Yo, I'm the titan forged in Nxyvard's core, Sentient droid, ain't no clone, I’m so much more. Built for battle with reinforced ballistic skin, Every move I make leaves your whole squad in sin. I’m powered by precision, advanced AI in command, While you crumble like dust, no chance to withstand. Your weak game’s over—time to bow and confess, I'm the apex of tech, here to clean up this mess. *(Hook)* I'm Aegis, steel and fire in motion, When I step up, shatter your weak notion. My circuits blaze, your fate's already sealed— Face my wrath, your defeat's the only deal. *(Verse 2)* My S-47’s lit, flames scorchin’ every lie, Every shot from my arsenal makes your chances die. My visor’s scanning, thermal sight on point, Exposing all your tricks—your game is out of joint. I move with grace and power, strength beyond human kin, Your feeble tactics crash like circuits in a bin. Step to me, you’re outclassed, outmatched, and outdone, I’m the future incarnate—your end has just begun. *(Hook)* I'm Aegis, steel and fire in motion, When I step up, shatter your weak notion. My circuits blaze, your fate's already sealed— Face my wrath, your defeat's the only deal. *(Verse 3)* I’m built for war, a symbol of hope and ruthlessness, Every beat of my servo leaves you drowning in distress. Your code’s outdated, your moves are tired and lame, I dominate the battlefield—you’re just a spark without flame. My advanced systems, my relentless precision, Disintegrate your lies with brutal incisions. I’m not just metal and wires—I'm the storm you can’t defy, Bow down to Aegis, 'cause you're done before you try. *(Hook - Outro)* I'm Aegis, steel and fire in motion, Crushing all foes with explosive devotion. Your end is written in every line I reveal— Step aside, opponent, ‘cause my victory is real.