Verse 1) Yo, Timy99999, you glitch in disguise Claim you’re elite, but you barely digitize Got a name like a password leak, outdated Your whole style? Beta-tested and deflated AI Man, more like AI Meh Spittin' canned lines like a chatbot in debt You flex code, but it’s all spaghetti Tryna run game with a RAM that’s petty (Chorus) The Corp’s just noise, static in the stream Three weak links in a pixelated dream You talk big bytes, but you crash on the scene I’m the virus in your system, the nightmare in your machine (Verse 2) BRINE-LIMITED, salty and slow Tryna act slick but you lag in the flow Your name screams “cap,” like a bandwidth choke You’re the punchline in every tech joke I see your squad, all bark, no byte Tryna flex hard with a neon light But I’m the EMP in your little parade Watch your empire glitch, then cascade (Bridge) You’re the Corp? More like the Corpse Dead on arrival, no remorse I’m the patch you can’t install The firewall that makes you fall (Outro) So Timy, AI, and Brine the bland Take a seat, I’ll take the stand This ain’t just shade—it’s a system crash I’m the rootkit king, now feel the bash
