Trailerparkunderdogg~Your Only 4.99 a month! šŸ˜†

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Trailerparkunderdogg~Your Only 4.99 a month! šŸ˜†

Nah, I ain’t being nice no more. You throw shade — I throw facts. You got filters, I got files. You sell skin, I sell soul. Let’s talk about it… --- šŸŽ¶ [Verse 1] Said you got an ear for music, girl, you tone-deaf, Judgin’ symphonies while you dancin’ on a broke set. Ain’t wrote a line in your life, but got critiques, Meanwhile I’m bleedin' ink while you just scrollin’ cheeks. You post subliminals, scared to drop names, Throwin' rocks from glass phones, playin’ petty games. You cry for love, but sell lust by the gram, Then say ā€œain’t no good men left?ā€ — ma’am, goddamn. Got stretch marks like a burger left too long on the grill, You ain’t built for love, just clout and cheap thrills. Ain’t body-shamin’, I’m soul-savin’ — reality check, You on your knees for likes, but still want respect? --- šŸŽ¶ [Verse 2] I write a novel, you skim the cover, Too lazy for truth, but quick to find another sucker. You say it’s ā€œtoo much to read,ā€ but gossip’s a feast, Can’t digest facts, but drama? You eat. You hide behind quotes like ā€œQueens fix each other’s crowns,ā€ While you sub-post and side-eye, tryin’ to tear folks down. You said ā€œI’m intimidating,ā€ nah — you just insecure, Real words cut deep, and I’m the open sore. This ain’t about hate, it’s exposure and grace, But I’ll pull back that mask — let you look in your face. You want a king but you post like a peasant, Drippin’ thirst traps, actin’ heaven-sent. --- šŸŽ¶ [Verse 3 – Killer Final Blow] I was patient, I was kind, I was there through your hell, Now I’m scribin’ truth in verses like I'm chippin' at a cell. You say you’re high-value? Nah, girl, you just loud, Confusin’ noise with worth — lost in the crowd. You flipped God for gimmicks, and love for attention, Your heart’s in a coffin, but your feed gets a mention. So next time you post ā€œwhere the real ones at?ā€ Look in the mirror, baby — that’s where the real died at. --- 🩸 [Outro – Spoken softly, haunting] You ain't built for a man like me. You're just a fantasy with Wi-Fi. And I’m the truth you keep scrollin’ past. But one day… It’s gon’ hit. @rapfameofficial @ @rapfametourtaments @rapfamebot #rapfameofficial #rapfamebot #rapfametourtaments

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Nah, I ain’t being nice no more. You throw shade — I throw facts. You got filters, I got files. You sell skin, I sell soul. Let’s talk about it… --- šŸŽ¶ [Verse 1] Said you got an ear for music, girl, you tone-deaf, Judgin’ symphonies while you dancin’ on a broke set. Ain’t wrote a line in your life, but got critiques, Meanwhile I’m bleedin' ink while you just scrollin’ cheeks. You post subliminals, scared to drop names, Throwin' rocks from glass phones, playin’ petty games. You cry for love, but sell lust by the gram, Then say ā€œain’t no good men left?ā€ — ma’am, goddamn. Got stretch marks like a burger left too long on the grill, You ain’t built for love, just clout and cheap thrills. Ain’t body-shamin’, I’m soul-savin’ — reality check, You on your knees for likes, but still want respect? --- šŸŽ¶ [Verse 2] I write a novel, you skim the cover, Too lazy for truth, but quick to find another sucker. You say it’s ā€œtoo much to read,ā€ but gossip’s a feast, Can’t digest facts, but drama? You eat. You hide behind quotes like ā€œQueens fix each other’s crowns,ā€ While you sub-post and side-eye, tryin’ to tear folks down. You said ā€œI’m intimidating,ā€ nah — you just insecure, Real words cut deep, and I’m the open sore. This ain’t about hate, it’s exposure and grace, But I’ll pull back that mask — let you look in your face. You want a king but you post like a peasant, Drippin’ thirst traps, actin’ heaven-sent. --- šŸŽ¶ [Verse 3 – Killer Final Blow] I was patient, I was kind, I was there through your hell, Now I’m scribin’ truth in verses like I'm chippin' at a cell. You say you’re high-value? Nah, girl, you just loud, Confusin’ noise with worth — lost in the crowd. You flipped God for gimmicks, and love for attention, Your heart’s in a coffin, but your feed gets a mention. So next time you post ā€œwhere the real ones at?ā€ Look in the mirror, baby — that’s where the real died at. --- 🩸 [Outro – Spoken softly, haunting] You ain't built for a man like me. You're just a fantasy with Wi-Fi. And I’m the truth you keep scrollin’ past. But one day… It’s gon’ hit. @rapfameofficial @ @rapfametourtaments @rapfamebot #rapfameofficial #rapfamebot #rapfametourtaments

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