how am i the villian (X factor r...
• Written by Rewinder • Featuring Morbid6sic6
[Intro ]
At last you confess—rigged the match with your bots,
Feeding AI my rhymes, still your garbage gets shot.
No puppet masters here—I’m the glitch in your code,
One verse from me—your whole façade overloads.
[Hook]
So how am I the villain? How am I the villain?
How am I, how am I, how am I the villain?
They cheat, then preach while their image is spillin’—
I came with truth, now the script is flippin’.
[Verse 1]
Step in this cipher, no mercy, no alibi,
Your pen’s a bot farm—pre–programmed lullaby.
You hide behind AI like a masked man in dark,
Your verses are hollow—no soul, no spark.
You spit nursery rhymes—“cat-hat-bat”—that’s your peak,
I bend language like metal—your scheme’s oblique.
You feed AI my lines, tuition for the weak,
Still your clone’s behind; I’m the apex they seek.
Bought your votes like fast food—empty calories, zero flavor,
Plastic throne, cardboard scepter—you a counterfeit savior.
Spraying arrogance like cologne—can’t mask hollow on your breath,
My bars cut through bullshit—I leave your empire in death.
Every cliché in your arsenal I bury in the dirt,
Your cyclone metaphor collapses—the storm is inert.
Your “trendsetter” reruns—pilot never sold out,
I pioneer new galaxies while your orbit drowns in doubt.
[Pre-Chorus]
No olive branches, no apologies—only ash and dust,
I bury your alliances, won’t honor a false trust.
[Hook]
So how am I the villain? How am I the villain?
How am I, how am I, how am I the villain?
They cheat, then preach while their image is spillin’—
I came with truth, now the script is flippin’.
[Verse 2]
You flaunt your open-door army—faceless names in rows,
Your sandcastle syndicate collapses under one of my blows.
Quantity’s a sucker’s bet; quality’s my domain,
I’m a lone wolf architect—your flock’s inane.
Vote-bot buffoons juggling numbers like balloons,
I pop every lie—watch your circus crash soon.
You project your own flaws—every jab’s reflection,
Guilt rap with a mask on—confession in deception.
You lecture psychology—my verses induce concussions,
Your TED-talk in the booth? Flunked all your discussions.
No clique, no politics—this is pen-to-pen,
One-on-one with legends—come prove you’re more than pretend.
You needed a committee ‘cause alone you’d crumble,
I stand solo in fire—your ghostscript will fumble.
[Bridge]
I speak for the voiceless, the ones you tried to drown,
Their echoes in my verses—kings I bring to the ground.
No fake applause, no crutches—just pen power unleashed,
I’m the revolution’s voice; your reign’s deceased.
[Verse 3]
Unapologetic wrath—I spit with a scarred tongue,
Syllables like shrapnel, your facade gets undone.
No hands on my script—I’m the glitch in your code,
One verse and your temple’s rubble on the road.
You think you’re unbeatable? That’s what losers cry,
When medals rot in storage, they pretend they can fly.
Your front-line boasts? Hollow gold leaf on cardboard,
I’m the model truer than your cheap façade.
You call me villain—funny how truth gets the blame,
I own this battlefield—etched deep in your shame.
Now I seal this verdict: your debts are overdue,
I cash in with carnage—guess you never knew.
[Outro]
To all the voices I’ve clashed with, and the silent souls I’ve held down,
I’m packing up my pen, leaving this battleground.
Where’s the fair play when they rig the polls by night?
They hide behind bots and clowns, then preach what’s right.
I came seeking honor in bars and raw heat,
But found smoke-filled rooms where fake votes cheat.
I gave my all—dense rhymes, unapologetic creed,
Yet the scales tipped in shadows, not on skill or speed.
So I’m signing off this site, curtain call for my reign,
No more puppet shows, no more hollow gain.
Keep fighting with truth if you dare to stand tall,
But I’m out—no regrets—fair play, where’s your call?
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