Yo, cratered moonlight drip—
I hit the block in zero-G, boots still clank like jail doors;
meteor bounce, sub-woof quake, crowd go full eclipse.
Drake in the rear synth, ghost-ride the hook;
Travis autotune comet tail, scream through the glitch.
Crankdat flip the drop—time folds, beat splits,
three-headed hydra in a warp-zone mosh.
Astros in the cup, codeine nebula,
I teleport out before the beat reboots—SICKO MODE re-cranked, universe bruised.