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A diss track against the infamous bounty hunter Cad Bane from Star Wars.

Lyrics

Verse I

You’re a silhouette stitched in the static of a dying system

A cipher of violence—your silence is nihilism

Wide-brimmed hat like a halo for a hollow martyr

Your draw’s fast, but the blast lacks the soul of a proper archer

You barter death in bazaars where the stars collapse in sequence

Your legend’s a ledger of corpses—each clause a grievance

I lace the holocron’s code with corrosive prose and venom

You chase ghosts for credits, I etch oaths in the bones of heaven


Chorus

Burnt stars in the brim of your hat

Every duel’s just a dirge in a desert of ash

You breathe through tubes but you choke on the past

Your legend’s a ledger—each entry collapses in glass

I whisper in wires, your empire expires in static

You’re tragic—just a shadow cast in cinematic


Verse II

You’re a Duros with a death wish, dressed in Western affectation

But your breath’s just a myth—your rep’s a rented reputation

You torture for sport, distort the Force with synthetic ethics

But I warp the lore—your core’s a corpse in kinetic metrics

Your tubes pump fear, but fear’s a theater of rusted gears

I engineer collapse—your traps collapse when justice nears

You’re a mercenary marionette, marred by marbled malice

I map your madness in the margins of a martyr’s palace


Chorus

Burnt stars in the brim of your hat

Every duel’s just a dirge in a desert of ash

You breathe through tubes but you choke on the past

Your legend’s a ledger—each entry collapses in glass

I whisper in wires, your empire expires in static

You’re tragic—just a shadow cast in cinematic


Verse III

You duel for dopamine, but dopamine decays in dead dimensions

Your pension’s paid in pain—your fame’s a frame for apprehension

You’re a gunslinger glitch, stitched in the pitch of a dying canon

I dismantle your myth—each hit’s a hymn for the silent planet

Your vambraces blaze, but the flames fade in fractal patterns

I fracture patterns—your tactics shatter in phantom taverns

You’re a bounty bound to entropy, a parody of precision

I bury you beneath binary suns—your legacy’s a prison


Chorus (Outro)

Burnt stars in the brim of your hat

Every duel’s just a dirge in a desert of ash

You breathe through tubes but you choke on the past

Your legend’s a ledger—each entry collapses in glass

I whisper in wires, your empire expires in static

You’re tragic—just a shadow cast in cinematic