Snakes in the Grass (Ft.

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Lyrics:

[Machina Aeon]
Yeah
Watch your step.

Everybody chirpin’ loud, desperate for a flash,
Sell their spine for a mention, tryna juice a stat.
They’ll dogpile any name if it bumps the count,
Truth don’t matter when the feed needs clout.
Fake rage, fake beef, manufactured laughs,
Camera-first loyalty, snakes in the grass.
They’d torch a friend for a second of eyes,
Smile in the DMs, then sharpen the knives.
I don’t chase the noise, I don’t beg for a pass,
I build in the dark while they juggle a mask.
If it don’t move the soul, it ain’t worth the blast,
Quality over chaos bitch, you ain't up to the task

[Chorus]
Snakes in the grass, I can hear ‘em hiss,
Talk big online but they ain’t built for this.
Do anything for views, yeah they sell that fast,
I keep my circle tight, snakes in the grass.
Talking shit behind your back, every stab get checked,
I don’t need a crowd, I need self-respect.
You chase the feed, I’m makin’ shit last,
I keep my circle tight, snakes in the grass.

They’ll bite a buzz just to feel like they worth shit
Drag a name through mud, call it being honest.
No backbone, just quotes and a repost grind,
Borrowed outrage, hollow-ass spines.
They worship the spike, not the craft of the pen,
Five seconds of fame then they’re broke again.
I seen friends turn strangers for a flicker of light,
Type tough all day, disappear at night.
I’d rather be quiet than loud and cheap,
I water what I grow, I don’t farm off beef.
If your whole plan’s hate, better know the cost—
I move with a few, never count the loss.

[Chorus]

I don’t owe a take to a clout-chasin’ cunt,
I don’t bow to trends, bitch, I'm on the hunt.
If you ain’t addin’ weight, get out my path,
I move with the real not the snakes in the grass.

They flip-flop morals for a comment rush,
Say they’re “about growth” but it’s all a bluff.
Talk community then stab for a bump,
Call it “competition,” nah, you're just a cuck.
Sit in the corner while I fuck your career,
Take a measured bow as you just cheer.
If you gotta tear down just to stand tall,
You already lost, I don’t care at all.
I’m here for the long run, not a quick hit rush,
Built from the ground up, never fake-love plush.
Eyes open wide, yeah I read the past
I keep my circle small so that shit will last

[Chorus]

Few real ones, that’s the math.
Watch your step or become debris in this warpath

[Dethlord]

(yeah)
uh
leave the beat on, this shit ain’t finished
nah
not even close
DETHLORD MOTHERFUCKERS

Dethlord 2026
Mother fuckers
BLEGH...

I don’t do sneak hate I do public damage
Name carved deep where your pride can’t manage
You move two‑faced I move full‑blade
Cut straight through whatever act you stage

You leak loyalty cheap plastic version
I break alliances like bad conversions
You trade your people for a spike in traffic
I trade your status for closed‑box caskets

uh
I seen your type applause addicted
Morals rented backbone missing
Every loud post pure audition
Every hard stance crowd permission

You ain’t real you’re algorithm food
Pre‑chewed rage in a rented mood
I don’t chase trends I break their teeth
Then hang the proof where your fans can see

Yeah...
You shake hands then map attack routes
I map grave plots for loudmouths
You call it networking I call it feeding
On whoever bleeding

That ain’t hunger that’s rot behavior
I don’t forgive I delete betrayers
Not from feeds from memory structure
Hard reset no rebuild buffer

uh
You sell outrage in costume skin
I sell truth with a knife tucked in
You need numbers to feel like force
I walk solo still tilt the course

Say my name behind my back say it again
Louder this time don’t use a friend
Don’t use a quote don’t use a hint
Stand in it fully or stay counterfeit

I don’t “sub” I confront and finish
No sneak captions I end careers in minutes
You toss shade I drop ceilings
You throw shots I drop buildings

uh huh
Yeah
keep typing
I keep arriving

You celebrate noise I celebrate scars
You build fake hype I build war memoirs
You want quick wins microwave fame
I want permanent marks carved into names

You turn quick for attention crumbs
I turn cold then pressure drums
Every fake ally get stress‑tested
Most of y’all fail before the first question

Yeah..
Circle small radius lethal
Access denied no sequel
If you cross once that’s permanent math
No reunion arc just aftermath

You want unity but only above you
You want support but none when they need you
That ain’t brotherhood that’s staged alignment
I break that structure with blunt assignment

I don’t owe kindness to parasite moves
I don’t owe grace to clout‑built crews
You want blood sport I brought tools
You want cheap buzz I brought ruin