formaldehyde incense

*(Dark synth beat fades in, distant police sirens echoing)* **Verse 1 intro:** I peel back the eyelids of the night, see the truth in the neon glow, Every fake smile’s a gravestone, every whisper a treason show. You moved slick, thought I wouldn’t clock the shift in your dialect, But I count cracks in the pavement, bitch—I *built* this intellect. **Verse 2:** She said *"Baby, I’m out with friends"*—yeah, friends named .40 and deceit, Her GPS sings like a snitch, pinning her to the wrong side of the street. I don’t need wiretaps when silence got a fingerprint, Your loyalty’s a dry sponge—squeeze it, nothing left to drip. **Verse 3:** You thought absence was just distance? Nah, it’s a paper trail of lies, Every missed call’s a bullet hole in the alibi. I read pauses like braille, feel the guilt in the static, Your voice hitches—*there’s the fracture*—now the whole frame’s tragic. **Verse 4:** Lames play checkers, I’m carving chessboards out of skulls, You changed your perfume—why’s that? *Somebody else’s cologne dulls?* I don’t chase, I let paranoia be my bloodhound, You’ll slip, I’ll gift-wrap your bones in the lost & found. **Verse 5:** The mirror don’t lie but your reflection’s got a tell, Pupils dilated like you’re hiding a corpse in the hotel. I ain’t jealous—I’m *methodical*, a surgeon with a blade, Cut the act open, watch the maggots parade. **Verse 6:** chours in between hook lines *** You switched lanes too fast, left tread marks on my psyche, Now your new dude’s teeth litter the turnpike. I don’t mourn snakes—I just upgrade the terrarium, Next time, pick a better god to pray to—*I’m the sanctuary.* **Verse 7:** Your lies got expiration dates, stamped right on the tongue, I let ‘em rot til the stench proves what you done. You’re a rerun of the last one, just a different wig, Same script, same grave—*dig.* **Verse 8:** The devil’s a rookie compared to my intuition, I smell betrayal like cordite in the kitchen. You’re a crossword with half the clues erased, And I *hate* unfinished puzzles—*let’s fix that mistake.* *(Beat drops into a dissonant piano loop, glass shattering in slow motion)* **Verse 9:** I annotated your aura, footnotes in the deceit, Your heartbeat’s a metronome—*off rhythm when you cheat.* You used to laugh easy, now it’s tight like a chokehold, Guess the guilt’s a heavy coat in summer, *can’t shake cold.* **Verse 10:** You deleted texts but forgot your fingers got memory, Every tap on the screen’s a scar in the gallery. I reconstruct sins from the ashes of your sighs, Turn your alibis into obituaries—*nice try.* **Verse 11:** chours in between hook lines *** You’re a locked door but I’m made of skeleton keys, Twist til the tumblers scream *guilty, please.* Your new man’s a cardboard cutout with a pulse, I’ll let you keep him—*til the coroner calls.* **Verse 12:** You thought love was a fog to blur the tracks, But I navigate by the blood in your backtrack. Every “I swear” is a nail in the coffin, Hear the hammer? *That’s my laughter—distant, often.* **Verse 13:** I don’t write songs, I draft autopsy reports, Your love was a botched surgery—*shoddy work.* Now the morgue’s got a VIP section, Your name in gold, *cause of death: misdirection.* **Verse 14:** You’re a dollar-store Mona Lisa, smile’s a cheap facade, I X-ray intentions—*see the rot in the fraud.* I let you think you’re cunning, let you marinate in the lie, Til the truth pulls the trigger—*surprise.* **Verse 15:** The night’s got a thousand eyes and I own every lens, You slipped up when you thought the shadows was friends. Now the moonlight’s a spotlight, the alley’s a stage, And your confession’s the encore—*rage.* **Verse 16:** chours in between hook lines *** You played spades with a joker, thought you’d bluff the king, But I *am* the deck—*feel the knife in the ring.* Your tears are just saline, no salt in the wound, Just the echo of a lesson—*learned too soon.* **Verse 17:** I don’t chase ghosts, I *curate* the haunted, Turn your whispers into evidence—*taunted.* You’re a footnote in my manifesto, ink’s still wet, Next chapter’s your eulogy—*don’t forget.* **Verse 18:** You thought time would erode the evidence, But I *preserve* betrayal like formaldehyde incense. Your secrets are taxidermied, pinned under glass, Rotating exhibit—*watch it crash.* **Verse 19:** I don’t hate you—*hate’s too warm for this,* You’re a lab rat, I’m clinical with the dissect. Every lie’s a specimen under my scope, Final diagnosis: *terminal dope.* **Verse 20:** You switched lanes too fast, left tread marks on my psyche, Now your new dude’s teeth litter the turnpike. I don’t mourn snakes—I just upgrade the terrarium, Next time, pick a better god to pray to—*I’m the sanctuary.* **Verse 21:** chours in between hook lines *** Your lies got expiration dates, stamped right on the tongue, I let ‘em rot til the stench proves what you done. You’re a rerun of the last one, just a different wig, Same script, same grave—*dig.*