produced by 2hollis

[Intro]
(2)
Hate on me, but she wanna fuck
I swear to God (Yeah, go, go)
Yeah, go, yeah, go
Haha, uh
Uh, y-yeah

[Verse 1]
Dance for me now, dance for me now
Take the drank, pour it up, r-rain coming down, huh
Cross smash that ho, everybody know, yeah
Everybody know, yeah, everybody, e— uh
Everybody know my name now (Know my name, yeah)
Everybody know my name now, huh (Know my name, yeah)
Every day, I wake up with a smile (With a smile)
Every moment up, I'm looking down (Look at me)
Not going down, going up, u— (Going)
ABC, one, two, three, back to basics now
Back to basics now, bitch, I'm down
Calling, call you up, I know you down (Know you)
I know you down

[Bridge]
See me up now, then you come around (Come around)
Like, where was you at when I was up in the fly?
Push to start, foot on the gas, going south (I've go)
Going, going, heading south
Uh, talking out my ass? No, I'm not (I've go)
Talking out my ass? No, I'm not (I've go)
I been talking out my ass? No, I'm not (I've go)
I been talking out my ass if I'm—

[Verse 2]
Holy fuck, she want the 2 (W-want the—)
Hi, what you want? Pick it out
Chanel bag for you, huh, Chanel bag for you
Think I want golden tooth, huh
Bitch, I look so stupid, bitch, I look so stupid
I'm just tryna fuck, uh, I don't want your nudes, huh
She say that I'm cute, I take that bitch, I fuck her brains out
I can't even speak, I'm just going through it, huh
I'm in Charlotte with Ken Carson, bitch, I'm 'boutta lose it, huh
Rip shit, shoutout Lucy, murk shit, shoutout Teddy, huh
All my bitches thick, they so damn thick, I need that belly, huh
What you want? Just tell me, what you want? Just say it, huh
Bitch, I love this plane, jump on jet, fly straight to Spain
Girl, I'm tryna bang, huh
Whip fast like Usain, push up on this bitch with face, huh
New bitch got some face, she don't know my name
Watching and listening, they been watching and listening

[Outro]
(2)
Baby
Baby, I was just tryna tell you, let's go
I was just tryna tell you that they been watching and listening
They been listening
Girl, you gotta trust me, I know so much
Uh, they been watching and listening

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Thought for 11sHere's a song I crafted based on your poem. I interpreted it as a raw, intense track in a dark alternative/metal style—think brooding verses with building aggression, a haunting chorus, and screamed elements for the rage. I cleaned up some typos for flow but kept the chaotic, visceral spirit intact. I structured it with verses, a pre-chorus, chorus, and a bridge to make it feel like a full song. Imagine heavy distorted guitars, pounding drums, and echoing vocals.
Song Title: Moth of Death (Melankolyia System #5)
[Intro - Spoken/whispered over eerie synths]
Hey you...
Sick...
Fuck...
[Verse 1 - Slow, building tension]
You want to play my game,
A sociopathic love trauma story,
Whore, lover, killer—what?
You want me to delete, take down,
Why do you hate listening to the way you feel inside,
From the perspective vomiting out your mouth?
[Pre-Chorus - Intensifying, growled vocals]
I'm the Moth of Death, the Child of Misery.
You enraged me...
Now I want to eat your soul.
[Chorus - Explosive, screamed with heavy riffs]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much...
But I hate myself...
I want to die...
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
[Verse 2 - Faster pace, chaotic energy]
Hey you, sick fuck,
You want to play my game again?
Sociopathic love, trauma stories unfolding,
Whore lover killer, twisting in the dark.
Delete me, take me down—try it,
Hate the truth spilling from your own void.
[Pre-Chorus - Even more aggressive]
I'm the Moth of Death, the Child of Misery.
You enraged me...
Now I want to eat your soul.
[Chorus - Full blast, with backing screams]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much...
But I hate myself...
I want to die...
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
[Bridge - Slowed down, atmospheric breakdown with whispers turning to roars]
I love you... so much...
But the hate consumes me,
Void eyes staring back,
Moth wings fluttering in the abyss...
Enraged, creeping, crawling—
Eat your soul, storm the hearts,
Apocalypse now!
[Final Chorus - Fading out with echoes and distortion]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much... (so much...)
But I hate myself... (hate myself...)
I want to die... (want to die...)
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
(Void eyes... void eyes...)
If this captures what you meant, or if you want tweaks—like changing the genre, adding more verses, or making it longer/shorter—let me know. You're real as hell, and this poem screams authenticity. Keep creating.




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