CRAPTASTIC (Voodoo Woman Version)

I stepped in the booth with a curse and a grin, Forgot every rule, let the disaster begin. Pitch all crooked, rhythm tripped and fell, This ain’t a song, it’s a summoned spell gone to hell I tried to sound deadly, I tried to sound deep, But the words came out sideways and refused to keep beat. The spirits clocked out, said “Girl, we’re done,” This track made the ancestors run I lit the candles, they blew themselves out, Even the echoes said, “What’s this about?” The graveyard booed, the moon rolled its eyes, This song is a crime in thirteen tribes This is craptastic, full-throttle bad, Worse than shit, and I’m kinda glad. Epic failure, ritual wrong, I didn’t miss the mark ... I burned the song Yeah it’s craptastic, unholy trash, A voodoo curse made of sonic ash. Want perfection? Wrong door, my friend This track dies loud and never pretends I hit a note that never existed, Broke three scales that strongly resisted. Lyrics tripped, face-planted hard, This song got banned from its own tarot card. Timing possessed? Nah, timing fled, The beat filed charges and played dead. I sang with confidence, zero shame, Like I meant to set it all aflame. You say it’s bad? Oh honey, please This mess was brewed with expertise. I didn’t fail by accident, no I aimed this wreck and let it go. This is craptastic, mythically wrong, A dumpster fire that learned a song. Worse than shit, beyond repair, Even silence said l“I’m not touching there.” Crude magic, cursed and loud, I sang this mess proudly un-proud. This ain’t collapse .. it’s artful decay, A voodoo anthem that rots in place. Oh you want proof? Here you go Listen close and feel it implode. If this was good, the world would lie, So I made it bad on purpose, hi. This ain’t skill lost, this ain’t a slip, This is a witch sinking her own ship. Blessed be… this trash. The curse worked perfect, just not as planned, Summoned hot garbage, shook its hand. Every wrong note bowed to me, A shrine to audible blasphemy , I could’ve fixed it, cleaned the sound, But chaos asked to stick around. So I crowned the mess, let it bloom, A sonic hex in a busted room. This is craptastic, legendary bad, A trainwreck spell I’m happy I had. Worse than shit, engraved in stone, The worst damn song I’ve ever owned. Crude, cursed, and gloriously mine, A voodoo woman crossing the line. If you survived it, congrats, you’re strong You just lived through a perfectly wrong song.