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Bad Rap's Ghost

Hip-Hop/Rap

Bad Rap's Ghost was released on October 13, 2025 by The Brothers Vice as a part of the album The Pit of Snakes EP

Song Details

AlbumThe Pit of Snakes EP

Release DateOctober 13, 2025

LabelThe Brothers Vice

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM111

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dally Vice

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dillon Ritchie

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dally Vice

Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm sick of losing hope. Man, I'm over it, yeah

Skipping sleep - I suppose I'll get the rest when I'm dead

Like I say I can rap, but that won't pay the rent

I'm sick of feeling lost all over again

It's onerous and honestly I'm bent out of shape

Feels like everywhere I look it's the bitter I taste

In my own damn blood that funnels the rage

Am I the snake? I don't care get the fuck out my face

What? My kids "don't have 'cause their wack broke dad

Doesn't make enough at work - so he whines in his notepad"

I'm a rapper. "Yeah right. That's a fuckin' joke man

Take a smoke break, pour a glass, you are so trash"

Man, fuck that! I guess I gotta be better

Put the pedal to the floor, until I'm gone I wont let up

Won't take a step back, grind the axe and then step up

Launch that bitch, across the fuckin' meta

Get up in they face, yeah, right in the feed

I'ma punch above my weight, you like what you see

Simple rhymes for the bell curve, one-fifteen

I promise I ain't playin' I am not you, geek

I ingest, I body my beat

Vegan whores online, they devour the meat

You don't own her - whatever that means

Get a lease for a beat with another nine free

Bad rap's ghost

I am not your hero

Snatchin' sad souls

With they plays all stuck on zero

You lab rats chose

The tank, but call me weirdo

Bad rap's ghost

I am not your hero

What y'all think, this a little pity-party

Oh? Poor Dally, yeah, I'm just getting started

You wanna take my place? Let's try we can barter

I hold the crown, biggest zero on the market

Like Witt said, "I'm on my rise"

Simple raps for the bell curve, one-one-five

I'm giving everything I have, just to watch recycled tracks

At the top of every list, while I build The Brothers Vice

I can rap in circles till I open up a worm whole

Then I'll pound on my chest till I'm fuckin' turnin' purple

Ten pounds in a vest, one-hundred-sixty soaking wet

But I fuckin' dare you, tell me all about commercial

Sales, like I give a fuck, bet

Rent a couple hoes, and a photobooth jet

Red Man's "Don't You Miss" - now that's a real flex

But I doubt that comes with the same fuckin' check

So I write my songs

I write my songs, to the music I love

Can't bite my tongue

Can't bite my tongue, when it's all screwed up

Inside my palm

A gift from my dad that I used-ta

Have as a kid, when I felt like a bitch

I kept-ta myself, till y'all chewed up

Hold my nose to the grind stone

In the back of my home

Smoke like a signal

In a no-fly-zone

Stackin' up the bricks

Maybe that's my throne

Hot topics don't fit

Fat bitch, tight clothes

I was gonna avoid coming to destroy

Some of y'all get so dumb, there's no choice

A momma leaves to vay-cay in Detroit

Pray for Jailyn. Bring on the heat lord

Bad rap's ghost

I am not your hero

Snatchin' sad souls

With they plays all stuck on zero

You lab rats chose

The tank, but call me weirdo

Bad rap's ghost

I am not your hero

Reading minds like a crystal, I can get inside your head

I do fine with the pencil, and I'll back it up with lead

Rhymes pretty simple, like a bum smokin' meth

There's a time when the chisel wasn't auto, like you wrecks

All I ever wanted was respect

I'm gentle, you took that, and made it my weakness

All I ever wanted was respect

It's mental, you made the good men the rejects

So I write my songs

I write my songs, to the music I love

Can't bite my tongue

Can't bite my tongue, when it's all screwed up

Inside my palm

A gift from my dad that I used-ta

Have as a kid, when I felt like a bitch

I kept-ta myself, till y'all chewed up

Bad rap's ghost

I am not your hero

Snatchin' sad souls

With they plays all stuck on zero

You lab rats chose

The tank, but call me weirdo

Bad rap's ghost

I am not your hero

Written by: Dillon Ritchie

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