Porn-Server Princesses

V7.5
Daddy Yickle
02:48
2025-10-07 01:48
pop, confident, vocals, steady, male
[Intro]
0:00
[Verse]
0:04
Y’all thought this was gonna slide?
0:04
You picked the wrong one.
0:07
It’s Daddy Yickle — Judge, Jury, Executioner.
0:09
And I brought enough rope for both you bitches.
0:14
Let’s dance.
0:18
(Verse 1)
0:21
Bratty, your name sounds cute, but you ain't fucking sweet,
0:21
You're a venom-dripping leech with crusty feet.
0:24
DM’ing the broken, then laugh at their pain,
0:27
A scavenger feeding off trauma like it’s cocaine.
0:29
No soul, no shame, just makeup and spite,
0:32
Tearin’ down others to feel alright.
0:35
You ain’t a queen, you're a dressed-up ghost,
0:37
Your whole existence built off someone else's post.
0:39
Beaver, bitch, you ain’t slick,
0:43
A backup dancer in a porn-star clique.
0:44
Tried to be Bratty’s evil twin — surprise!
0:47
You both suck the same dick to stay in the guys’ eyes.
0:49
Showin’ off your bodies to little boys and dads,
0:52
Like that’s worth more than self-worth you never had.
0:55
Y’all flash skin ‘cause your soul’s expired,
0:58
You ain’t hot — you’re just fucking tired.
1:00
(Hook)
1:03
This ain’t rap, this a war crime set to drums,
1:05
Yickle with the scalpel, cuttin' out the scum.
1:08
You ain't feared, you're a fuckin' meme,
1:11
A pack of washed-up hoes in a Discord stream.
1:13
(Verse 2)
1:16
You prey on kindness, twist it till it breaks,
1:16
Then post your lies and cry “fake screenshots” takes.
1:19
You’re parasites — bottom feeders of the game,
1:22
You beg for relevance, then run from the flame.
1:24
You call it power? Nah, it’s disease,
1:28
Fucking for attention on your knees.
1:30
You play victim, beg for pity,
1:33
Then spread your legs like “welcome committee.”
1:35
Porn-server princesses desperate to matter,
1:39
But you’re not hot — just sad, fake, and fatter.
1:41
You screenshot trauma, call it tea,
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And wonder why karma found you and me.
1:46
(Bridge)
1:50
You act like gods with your gang of whores,
1:50
But I just nuked your planet, kicked in your doors.
1:52
You think you’re legends? You’re bugs in my light,
1:55
And I’ll squash you again if you twitch tonight.
1:58
(Final Hook)
2:00
This is Daddy Yickle — I’m the reaper you missed,
2:00
Sick of you snakes hiding behind your wrist.
2:03
All the lives you’ve shattered, the games you rigged,
2:06
Now it’s your turn to drown in the shit you digged.Go ahead — run your mouth, spin your tales,
2:09
Flash another tit, beg for DMs, send emails.
2:14
But everyone’s seen the truth through the haze,
2:17
You’re done.
2:20
Buried.
2:20
Set ablaze.
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