Yeah…
Check… check…
Rules don’t fit, I bend that shit.

Your woke commandments in my face,
Caught you crooked in the parking place.
Hands on knees with a plastic grin,
Preach all day then you crawl by sin.

Fake control with a mask too thin,
All that virtue just rot within.
Fear dressed up in a moral suit,
Cheap disguise, but the roots don’t root.

Talk that talk, but the steps don’t land,
Point that finger with a shaky hand.
I see cracks in the code you choose,
I write lines that rewrite your rules.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules.

Young and free, full battery,
Ain’t no cage in the factory.
Keep your shame, your chains, your blame,
I don’t enlist in a broken game.

Too raw, too loud, can’t shut me down,
Tear your sermon, burn your crown.
Scared of chaos so you fake a law,
But I cut deep where your mask got flaws.

Rot in your chest, words decay,
I see fear dressed up as faith.
Say I’m wrong but I won’t obey,
I spit truth in a toxic way.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules

When you’re scared you build fake values,
Paint your fear as virtue statues.
I don’t bend, I break foundations,
Burn your scripts, no limitations.

Disgusting mind, I corrupt the frame,
Break your idols, expose your shame.
Every cage that you build, I tear,
Every code that you write, unfair.

Raw distortion in my veins,
No control, I break your chains.
Call it chaos, call it obscene,
I’m the noise inside your machine.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules.

Rewrite… the rules…
Rewrite… the rules…

Yeah I’m insane (Alt Rap reload)

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.

Greetings! On this account you'll find narrations of middle-grade horror short stories that I've written myself! My children's literature horror short stories' collection is called "Tales To tell during The Devil's Hour" and most of them are written in the style and tone as "Goosebumps" and "Bone Chillers" and even "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" , Happy Halloween!!! 🎃🎃🎃

Yeah I’m insane (Alt Rap reload)

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