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This track is a dark-comedy revenge rap story inspired by a true story about a guy who is ripped off at a private poker game and seeks revenge on the people that stole from him. It is inspired by mafia movies and crime thrillers, told in an over-the-top parody style. It's original, but the current version uses AI vocals as a placeholder, so we are looking for rap artists to bring the energy and humor to life.

What We Need: A rapper (or multiple) who can deliver this with character, flow, and comedic timing

Open to: Collaboration, features, or you flipping the verses in your own style

If you’re interested:
📩 DM us here on SoundCloud 
📧 Or reach me at contact@precipicerecords.com

Lyrics:

*Ring ring* “Hello” “Mr. Black invites you to his poker game, please bring $50k in cash for the bye in, a car will be there shortly”

A limo pulls up, and I hop in, 
Pull up to the mansion about 2am
Bitch at the door playing the violin
Stop by the bar, then take my seat as the hostest walks in
I drop my bands, while piles of chips and cocaine lands
Soon the cards followed suit, everything according to plan

Hand after hand I raked in, it got so damn good all I did was win
The next thing I knew is that two armed thugs
grabbed me by the collar and tossed me in the shrubs
I shouted “where’s my money, you owe me” 
That’s when I took a knee and vowed a fucking murder spree

Wake up with horseheads in the same bed I fucked your wife in
Yep, your screams sound like her taking it all in
Thinned out your livestock, now I want your bank accounts
I’ll also want your blood to sell by the liquid ounce
Hope you memorized what your children wore to school today
You’ll need a picture for the missing sign above the freeway
Warn your friends when your gone that it was me
But Ill still get away with it  just wait for verse three

Where am I? I’m in the closet watching you sleep
Ya that’s right boy, Im a fucking creep
Blue paint on my face and in my hand lies mace
Im William Wallace boy, after he was betrayed

Ill fucking Dateline you, using Dateline rules
Listen up son, Ill spell them out for you
Rule one, when you think you’ve dug deep enough, keep digging
You don’t want someone stumbling all upon your pioneering
Rule two, don’t fucking tell anyone
Remember everyone’s a snitch even your own son 
Rule three, the police lie to everyone 
So get a lawyer boy cause what you say can’t be undone

Red and Blue, Red and Blue here they come, here comes big brother
Overpaid uneducated dangerous depending on your color
“we have your DNA at the scene of the crime”
Go fuck yosrelf, you get paid to lie I get paid to rhyme
You got no body, no weapon a speculative motive and that bag of lime aint mine
People go missing all the time up and vanished without a sign
You haven’t even found that old lady’s cat up the street 
And lets face it your not very good at your job if you have to lie to succeed

Meanwhile your tied up in my basement, with no entertainment, you can’t watch your favorite shows, and a cat is licking your toes
Begging me to spare your life and take the money and the cocaine
But you can’t buy me off like that, not even with all of the change
Im here for vengeance boy not personal gain 
and while this may sound a bit cliche: I want to see you in pain

So give me my new cat back and get what’s coming to you, take it like a man because you broke the cardinal rule
You gotta pay to play, but you chose to parlay with a broken promise
It’ too late to mind your P’s and Q’s but you can pray while your still conscious
Let this be a reminder to every shady gambler out there
Ill Dateline the fuck out of you and yours so take care

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