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Never

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peach

(Intro)
Yeah...  
Y’all ever seen a fake Jesus with a someone’s fat belly?  
Here auntie sayin' she the Messiah… what?!  
Is this the Christian spirit? (Laugh)
Where the hell did you learn this?
I live in a Christian country, was raised Protestant, and I’m Catholic now—
but I’ve never heard and saw of such bullshit.
-MAID¥$AMA-
This ain’t no meme, this my prophecy.  
Takako woke up... AMMATAMA style.

(Verse1) 
Never seen dumb shit like this before,  
A Korean auntie said she the Christ—yo, close the door.  
Fifty fake Jesuses just in Here there ah!,  
North one’s a cult too, facts gettin’ clearer.
Old dude was the OG priest,  
She was his side chick—holy feast?  
Scandal built on scandal,  
Worship built on lies and candles.
That’s when I grabbed my pen and drew,  
Takako came through, prophecy flew.  
Now y’all seen the AI music vid,  
That’s what that messy ass storyline hid.

(Hook1) 
Mounjaro... Jooossah!!  
Fake flex, I saw ya.  
Cross on ya neck, but demons hollah.  
Talkin’ grace, but sniffin’ powder.
Preachin’ lies with a belly like truth,  
Takako in the booth, exposin’ the youth.  
Fat ain’t sin—but lies weigh more.  
And you injectin’ shame straight into your core.

(Verse2)
Grand Slam? More like sin camp.  
Three hundred girls, bikinis stamp.  
Alcohol floodin’, fake priest dancin’,  
“God’s grace,” huh? Nah—just glancin’.
Drugs on deck, no one snitchin’,  
Whole thing feelin’ like Satan’s kitchen.  
But they call it holy, call it light,  
While drownin’ souls in club night.
Japan’s youth caught in the flame,  
Cult spreadin’ fast, playin’ no name.  
They hate the States but copy our slang,  
Sellin’ fake hope like God’s a brand.

(Bridge)
They say I’m crazy, wanna shut me down,  
While wearin’ crowns in this haunted town.  
Still tryna kill me, fake-ass martyrs,  
Actin’ like victims but livin’ like starters.
I write this pain, drop beats and run,  
While they gaslight truth like it weighs a ton.  
Never said sorry, still actin’ clean,  
But Mounjaro’s got 'em lookin' like fiends.

(Hook2)
That belly is YOU.  
Every lie, every fake truth.  
You can't sweat out sin with a sauna,  
Or hide it in Mounjaro’s pharma.
You preachin’? Nah. You tweakin’.  
Sayin’ Messiah while your gut’s still speakin’.  
Forgiveness ain’t found in a flex,  
Only in pain, grind, and sweat.

(Outro)
They sent fake deals, contests too slick,  
Tryna catch a prophet in some industry trick.  
But I stayed quiet... took mental notes,  
While their masks slipped and truth provokes.
Something’s movin’, way above their head,  
Silent files, heavy steps, words unsaid.  
I won’t name it—but justice don’t sleep,  
And snakes in robes, they’re buried deep.
God’s grace ain’t bought with gold,  
Nor with shots that lies uphold.  
So who’s at fault? Who played the fool?  
That fat belly... that injection... that’s the rule.

That Fat Belly is You! (AI Demo -A sidetype)

8nthem

HELLDRIVE

Worn

video one

If you’re from the English-speaking world,
here’s how you should understand my album:

It’s inspired by a real person —
someone who used to brag about being a gold medal athlete,
while secretly using Mounjaro injections to lose weight,
even though he doesn’t have diabetes.

He once swore he’d quit drinking —
but within a few hours, he was back at the bar.

His entire life? Lies and manipulation.
That’s what this music is about.”
-MAID¥$AMA-😭🍑💕

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