Closed Casket Confessions V2

Closed Casket Confessions

You should’ve stayed silent.
Now your career got a eulogy.
Let’s begin...

You barked at a beast, now welcome to war,
Every bar a blade—I don't rap, I restore.
You tweet like a king, but fold in the booth,
You talk heavy online, but duck when it's truth.

I'm the calm before chaos—precision and wrath,
You walked in the dark, now I draw you a path.
Your last track? A joke, just noise in disguise,
I don’t kill with a verse—I write goodbyes.

No gimmicks, no hooks, just lyrical grave plots,
I plant you with silence—watch the crowd give pops.
This ain’t for streams—this is deeper than stats,
This for every fake throne I collapse with raps.

Closed casket confessions, you spoke too loud,
Now your voice just an echo lost in the crowd.
I write in obituaries, not mentions or threats,
You played yourself…
Now take your final breath.

I heard your verse—it was weak and hollow,
Dressed in tough talk, but your soul don’t follow.
You built your buzz off lies and clout,
Now here comes the silence to air you out.

I’ve seen your type—loud, then vanish,
All that smoke just mirrors and damage.
I don’t diss for sport—I write with rage,
You a footnote, I’m a closing page.

You claim top tier? Nah—you ain’t even mid,
You the type to throw shots then delete what you did.
I’m timeless—your hype got a countdown set,
The second you spoke…
Was the second you met regret.

Closed casket confessions, you spoke too loud,
Now your voice just an echo lost in the crowd.
I write in obituaries, not mentions or threats,
You played yourself…
Now take your final breath.

No cap, no mercy—I’m past that stage,
I write eulogies with a pen dipped in rage.
You ain't built for war, just rants and posts,
While I spit truths that could haunt your ghosts.

You begged for the mic—I handed a shovel,
Now dig your own plot while your bars unravel.
This ain't just rap—this a farewell letter,
You wanted Ether?
Nobody does it better.

Next time...
Think before you speak.
Some verses ain't written to trend...
They're written to end.