Casket Talk

Casket Talk

You should’ve stayed silent.
Now every bar gon’ feel like dirt hittin' your coffin.
This ain’t rap…
This is Casket Talk.

I don’t battle rappers, I embalm ‘em in rhyme,
You drop a verse—I drop a moment in time.
You the type to follow trends just to feel like a king,
I write lines that outlive every chain and ring.

You copied your idols, I carved my lane,
You feed on attention—I bleed pure flame.
You loud online, but you ghost in the booth,
Every track from me a grave—I'm just speakin' the truth.

You rap for likes, I rap for legacy,
I spit like a will—this your verbal penalty.
Ain’t no heart in your chest, just clout in your lungs,
I’m the bullet through your name—you already done.

This that casket talk, that soul-snatch sound,
Every word a shovel, puttin' lames in the ground.
No mercy, no warning, just facts and chalk,
You wrote a verse—I wrote your casket talk.

You flex with fake numbers, I flex with bars,
You pay for respect—I earn these scars.
Your team hyped you up, now they duckin’ and foldin’,
You stepped in the arena, and the floor caved in golden.

I heard your tracks—man, your pen got a limp,
All filler, no kill—just a broke blueprint.
You act industry tough, but you industry soft,
I’m the glitch in your matrix, got your plug pulled off.

I don’t clap back—I clap careers,
Turn dreams into dust and expose your fears.
They said you was “next”? I just made that stop—
Welcome to the end... enjoy the drop.

This that casket talk, that soul-snatch sound,
Every word a shovel, puttin' lames in the ground.
No mercy, no warning, just facts and chalk,
You wrote a verse—I wrote your casket talk.

Now you sittin’ in silence, scrollin’ the mentions,
I ain’t respondin’—I’m done with extensions.
This was never beef, just a swift execution,
You tryna build fame—I’m handin’ retribution.

No back and forth, no press, no clout,
I’m the name they whisper when the lights go out.
Keep droppin’ your singles—I’ll keep droppin’ truth,
You rap like it’s fashion—I rap like the proof.

You said my name... now it echoes in regret,
I don’t clap hands—I clap with intellect.
So next time you flex, make sure you ready to walk,
Cuz not every verse survives that...
Casket Talk.

Ashes to ashes.
Bars to dirt.
Speak my name again,
And it’s only gon' hurt.