SNAKES in the floorboards, whisper my name—
forked tongues drip venom in 4/4 time.
I stomp the beat, they sync their hiss,
scale by scale they sample my mind.
I’m surrounded, yeah, but I’m the mongoose with gold teeth—
every fang I break becomes a key.
Hiss back, laugh track, bassline like a machete:
I chop the loop, leave their skins as confetti.