Yo, you click bait queens in your filtered frames
Talking trash ‘bout that Skibidi Toilet game
But you haven’t lived, you just screenshot the scene
And munch on zucchini while you feed your feed

You claim you heard the beat, you claim you saw the drop
But it's second-hand gossip, your facts all stop
You posture in the comments, you flash your designer pillow
Yet your reasoning’s hollow, like a zucchini in the pillow
You peep the viral hook, you quote the lyric spin
But when I dig the source you’re thin, you’re thin
You treat the rhythm like a trend, you echo like a clone
While I grind the realness, you’re phoning home


Don’t eat zucchini while you talk the talk
Your plate’s green and empty but your mind’s on chalk
You mock the movement but you hardly know the cause
I call out your echo chamber, because

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t play pretend
If you ain’t in the circle, you’re just a friend
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you wrote the end
But you’re just a by-stander in a digital trend
Don’t eat zucchini, don’t fake the vibe
When you spin the track you didn’t help design
You’re posting screenshots, live the lies
But I’m here in the trenches, catching real skies

You swipe the aesthetic, you bite the memes
You craft your persona from other people’s dreams
You claim you broke down every bar, you say you know the code
But your zucchini plate’s still green, you never hit the road
You talk about the sound, “Oh it’s so insane”
But you eat placeholder meals while I sustain the pain
I’m shifting gears, I built the frame
You’re pressing share, I’m forging flame

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t act so bold
If you ain’t in the story you’re just a mold
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you set the code
But you’re just a cameo in someone else’s show
Don’t eat zucchini, stop faking your lane
When the beat drops heavy you’ll feel the pain
You’re quoting lines, I’m dropping mines
I’m the author of the chapter, you’re reading signs

All that noise in your feed, you recycle the hype
But you never held the mic, you just typed, you just typed
While I dive in deep, you skim the surface clean
You feast on zucchini, I feast on the unseen

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t act so bold
If you ain’t in the story you’re just a mold
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you set the code
But you’re just a cameo in someone else’s show
Don’t eat zucchini, stop faking your lane
When the beat drops heavy you’ll feel the pain
You’re quoting lines, I’m dropping mines
I’m the author of the chapter, you’re reading signs

So next time you post “I know it all” in your grid
Remember the zucchini you munch while you skid
I’m in the chaos, forging something raw
And you? Just another feed in the scroll—nothing more.

Don’t eat zucchini

White… white… white…
Christmas shi-shi-shi-shit…
Break it, bend it, freeze it, hit…

Candy-coated sidewalks cracking under neon ice
Holiday perfection but I’m glitching all the nice
Sugar on my lips but the bass is breaking it
Call it festive, call it feral, call it Christmas with a kick

Pixel snow is falling like a razor to the beat
Holo-lights are trembling when my footsteps hit the street
If you think I’m sweet, then baby you don’t get the script
This is frostbite attitude, this is

White Christmas shit, I’m blowing up the scene
Shiny little nightmare wrapped in silver gasoline
White Christmas shit, I’m storming through the glow
Break the bells, melt the snow, watch me overload
White Christmas shit, yeah I’m sparkling like I hit
White Christmas, white Christmas, white Christmas shit.

Icicle mascara dripping glitch across my face
Sleigh bells detonating like a riot in the bass
You can keep your postcard, keep your cozy little bit
I bring chaos in a ribbon, call it holiday unfit

Pixel snow is falling like a razor to the beat
Holo-lights are trembling when my footsteps hit the street
If you want a fairytale, then baby you should quit
This is frostbite attitude, this is

White Christmas shit, I’m blowing up the scene
Shiny little nightmare wrapped in silver gasoline
White Christmas shit, I’m storming through the glow
Break the bells, melt the snow, watch me overload
White Christmas shit, yeah I’m sparkling like I hit
White Christmas, white Christmas, white Christmas shit.

Soft voice… dead quiet…
Snow falls… then riots…
Pulse spikes… don’t fight it…
I’m the glitch, ignite it.

White Christmas shit, detonate the whole parade
Twisted carols spinning in a crystal masquerade
White Christmas shit, every heartbeat in a split
Turn the winter inside out, I was born to break and flip
White Christmas shit — glitter burning as I spit
White Christmas, white Christmas, white Christmas shit.


White Christmas sh♥t

A dissonant ambient interlude of alien sonics and metallic pulses. 
Glitchy insect textures, microtonal strings, and polyrhythms build an unsettling, immersive hive environment.

The Hive soundscape

Mirror grins with neon cracks  
Bodies shimmer under moonlight  
Flesh dissolves into fractured carnival  
Bones whisper in the crowd  

Skin slides like velvet falls  
Heartbeat races to a chainsaw’s edge  
Veins glowing red in broken thrill  
Dance where the mask won’t hide  

Show me your bones  
On the freak-side we rise  
Show me your bones  
Let the flesh confide  

Mirror-crack vision of impending doom  
Shadows gather, body parts sway  
Carnival of nerves, flesh in decay  
One step closer under deranged moon  

Show me your bones  
On the freak-side we rise  
Show me your bones  
Let the flesh confide  

Hands turn claws, the crowd stands still  
Veins pulsing to the vinyl’s boom  
Eyes roll back, the skin ignites  
We own the night…  

Show me your bones  
On the freak-side we rise  
Show me your bones  
Let the flesh confide  

Bones in the moonlight  
We own the night.  

Show me your bones (Dubstep reload)

Cross-manipulation
'Scuse my participation

Do you think that they're safe
What's the process like
Leaning in together
Leading each other
Playing each other
Gasping
Passionate
Headlights

Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn

Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation

Cross-manipulation
Participation
Mediation
And you know I can't mediate
And you know I can't mediate
Ooh
Drive-by exploration
Come home to discovery

Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn

Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation

What's it like
Meeting each other
What's it like
Playing each other
What's it like
Meeting each other
What's it like
Meeting each other
What's it like
Playing each other
What's it like
Leaning on each other
Do you think that's safe?

Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn
Next will be your turn

Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation
Cross-manipulation

Cross-Manipulation

High style calls
I keep chasing fresh couture expression
Time moves bold
I step forward and strike past my swirling trouble

Calm your style
This is where I reveal my refined flavor
Take your stride
And unwind as we glide in this trend craft

I want chic too
Listen with poise
Fashion rhythm
Sets you free

I want chic too
Step inside
Fashion rhythm
Calm your style

Wanna see your figure gliding smooth
Wanna see your outline
Truly crave to watch your figure
Oh oh oh

High style calls
Hesitation fades as I stride on now
Time moves bold
To view where my power rises once more

In my pose
I deserve a moment glowing with calm
You look sharp
But before I confirm all your refined pleasure

I want chic too!
I want chic too
Listen with poise
Fashion rhythm
Sets you free
I want chic too
Step inside
Fashion rhythm
Calm your style
Calm your style
Calm your style

I think I found your spark
I can feel the runway glowing
I can feel the runway glowing
I can feel the runway glowing
I think I found you
To my fashion rhythm

I think I found your spark
I can feel the runway glowing
I can feel the runway glowing
I can feel the runway glowing
I think I found you
To my fashion rhythm

Oh no no no hey
Fashion rhythm
In your mind, in your view

I want chic too

Burying weight gathers slowly until my chest turns cold
Every regret settles deep like silt in sinking lungs
Shadows of choices crowd tight against the walls of my head
Old habits grow branches that scrape the insides of my mind
I feel the ground rising up as if it wants to keep me here

All of my thoughts fold inward like broken metal plates
I see the shape of someone I tried to be falling apart
Nothing I touch lives long enough to come back clean
Every step I make sinks further into the dark below

Down in myself
Losing the light
I want to rise
But nothing lets me

Stones from my past keep piling until I cannot move
Fire in my nerves burns out every taste I used to know
I have been the one who carved the scars I drag today
I keep swallowing silence that never learns to fade

Down in myself
Losing the light
I want to rise
But nothing lets me

Sand from old mistakes falls steady across my chest
Memories bloom twisted in the places hope once lived
Everything I carried turns into roots around my spine
I want the world to open but it tightens when I breathe
Holding these fragile remnants that crumble in my hands
Waiting for the last collapse to bury what I used to be

Down in myself
Losing the light
I want to rise
But nothing lets me

I sink again
No way out

Down in myself

Do we stay trapped in this metal pace
Endless
This tension threads through my rigid core
It clings
It clings
Endless

The cycle needs more from me
The cycle keeps taking in
A pressure built under steel
My senses shift into code
It clings
It clings

Do we stay trapped in this metal pace
Endless
This tension threads through my rigid core
It clings
It clings
Endless

Do we stay trapped in this metal pace
Endless

(Through circuits)
(Where patterns rise in silence)
(Where motions grind through routine)
(Where hours repeat without shape)

And you urge the structure to cease
You ask for a cleaner line
But nothing shifts in this coded route
Since your frame moves on triggered orders
It clings
It clings

Do we stay trapped in this metal pace
Endless
This tension threads through my rigid core
It clings
It clings
Endless

Do we stay locked to this constant beat
Together
Do we stay caught in this ordered grind
Together

Tonight we break
Tonight we bend
Tonight we sink
Tonight we fade
(Down)
Tonight we sink
(Down)
Tonight we sink
(Down)
(Down)
(Down)
(Down)

Endless

This Christmas
I didn't hear a single sleigh bell ring
My old friend Santa Claus
He never brought me a thing

And if I'm being honest
I think it's kinda funny

'Cause I'm sittin' here thinkin' about my old life
What I would've been
I'm in here laughing
Drowning in a bottle
Oh
Christmas is such fun

This Christmas
I'm afraid I ain't got no friends
And as much as I try
Seems like I'm alone again

And if I'm being honest
I think it's kinda funny

'Cause I'm sittin' here thinkin' about my old life
What I would've been
I'm in here laughing
Drowning in a bottle
Oh
Christmas is such fun

Ding ding ding
Ding Ding ding Ding
Santa are you here ? 
Dong dong dong
Coz I'm ready to fight

'Cause I'm sittin' here thinkin' about my old life
What I would've been
I'm in here laughing
Drowning in a bottle
Oh
Christmas is such fun

Christmas is such fun

I can lift a reindeer with my right arm
I'm coming down your chimney in the dark
This season belongs to me
No one else can compete

You know when they say the North Pole is melting?
They mean I'm on fire

I invented Christmas
Wanna know how I did it?
I'm Santa Claus
So don't cross me

I live forever like a vampire
I can run faster than a reindeer
And if you've been good this year
Maybe I'll invite you

You know when they say the North Pole is melting?
They mean I'm on fire

I invented Christmas
Wanna know how I did it?
I'm Santa Claus
So don't cross me

I own December
My elves work for me
I'm the one to remember
'Cause I'm Santa
Santa
Santa
Bitch

I invented Christmas
Wanna know how I did it?
I'm Santa Claus
So don't cross me

Santa Dominance

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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