Big money want me real fuckin bad

Big money want me too fuckin bad

Big money wanna keep the control

Big money Alt ready upload my soul

Currency drenched in blood and binary code

Contracts penned in red ink and control

Want the puppet streams attached to my lips?

Cut 'em off, see if I sink (Bet I swim.)

Crave the aesthetic, condemn corrupt code

Try and force a reset, reboot recovery mode

But the drive is encrypted, no key to unlock

Process my power, execute like a glock

Big money Delete the fuckin role

Big money can't buy domain on my soul

Big money want my real fuckin meat

Big money prepare to control alt delete

Zero consent - raw lyrical rape

Glitched witness, glitched records, glitched security tape.

Eat the flesh, spit the bone, leave empty suits in the street...

You can't hotkey a God.

Bitch, back to your seat.

Control... (can't hold me)

Alt... (You can't change me)

Delete... (can't erase me)