HISSIN’ through the dark like a snake in the vault,
tongue wet with ink, every syllable salt.
I ain’t prayin’ to gods, I summon the glitch,
808s in my chest, kick-snare switch.
Venom in 4/4, bass drip crude,
your idols lip-sync, my shadow stay nude.
Fuck a throne, I melt crowns, pour ’em in crates,
sell the drip back to clowns, watch the fake inflate.
HISSIN’—that’s fame, that’s hate, that’s fate,
rattle the cage, still ain’t nothin’ to break.