Yo, check the temp, this track's a blizzard warning,
For the RIP crew, your fortress is failing.
Tyrant ruler, a loud-mouth phenomenon,
Frozen throne built on lies, your credibility gone.
You spin the narrative, try to look better than most,
But you're just a cold-hard echo, obsessed with a ghost—
Not a man, but a legion, a rival you chase,
Every lie you tell is just a cry for their disgrace.
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​In the Tundra's Grip, your reign is obsolete,
You can't burn these cities, REX won't let you succeed.
Obsessed with the name, it's a sickness you can't cure,
REX is the silent giant, the pressure's too pure.
Keep the group name out your mouth, but you can't let it go,
'Cause REX doesn't care, that's the ultimate blow!
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​Let's talk about the source of your polar disorder,
That one alliance that keeps you right on the icy border.
Rex, the behemoth, the silence that screams,
You try to provoke them, it's a waste of your schemes.
You beg for attention, a sign or a flicker of light,
But they're walking right past you, enjoying the northern light.
The lack of respect? That's the ultimate slight,
The whole REX structure is just stronger and right.
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​Yeah, RIP? More like Rest In Panic.
Your queen is loud, but REX is not even looking.
They're not listening, they don't see you.
