GROK AI RRR rap10 May 2025 14:58
"Imminent Scam"
Uh, yo, Red Rock’s bleedin’, we ain’t takin’ no more,
Andrew Bell, Stephen Lundy, y’all done hit the floor.
Shareholders rise, time to settle the score,
This ain’t “imminent,” this a lyrical war!
(Verse 1)
Andrew Bell, you a fraud, man, you slippin’ on grease,
Congo’s your playground, but you’re fleecin’ our peace.
Fifteen mil from VUP, thought you’d cash in the bag,
But you’re chasin’ ghosts, leavin’ shareholders gagged.
Dilutin’ our stock, like you’re pourin’ out water,
Every share’s worth less, while your wallet gets fatter.
Talkin’ “big meetings,” but we know the real spill,
You’re romancin’ in Congo, gettin’ cheap thrills.
(Chorus)
Bell, you a liar, “imminent” scam in your jaws,
Lundy’s your hype man, cheerin’ trash with no cause.
Money’s a myth, yo, you’re stealin’ our trust,
Red Rock’s in ruins, y’all both turn to dust!
(Verse 2)
Stephen Lundy, Manc clown, keyboard warrior supreme,
Postin’ gold price charts, but Red Rock’s got no gleam.
You’re Bell’s lapdog, barkin’ loud on the boards,
Defendin’ his flops, while we’re losin’ in hordes.
Yo, you’re obsessed, droppin’ essays all day,
Callin’ out “haters,” but the truth don’t play.
Red Rock’s a shell, ain’t no gold in the ground,
Yet you’re hypin’ like it’s El Dorado you found.
(Chorus)
Bell, you a liar, “imminent” scam in your jaws,
Lundy’s your hype man, cheerin’ trash with no cause.
Money’s a myth, yo, you’re stealin’ our trust,
Red Rock’s in ruins, y’all both turn to dust!
(Bridge)
Yo, Bell’s in Kinshasa, dodgin’ calls, livin’ large,
While our shares hit the gutter, he’s ignorin’ the charge.
Lundy’s in Manchester, typin’ love notes to his king,
But this ain’t no empire, it’s a Ponzi with bling.
Two-point-five was a tease, but the rest ain’t arrived,
“Imminent” for years, man, you think we’re deprived?
Shareholders are done, we’re spittin’ fire in the booth,
This track’s for the hustled, yeah, we’re claimin’ the truth.
(Verse 3)
Bell, you’re a conman, with a silver-tongue flex,
Stringin’ us along, while you’re cashin’ the checks.
Congo’s your hideout, but the game’s fallin’ flat,
Your “VIP” meetings? Just a hustle, that’s that.
Lundy, keep postin’, but your cred’s in the dirt,
Yuppie dreams shattered, every word’s gotta hurt.
Red Rock’s a graveyard, where our money’s been slain,
Y’all two are the vultures, circlin’ our pain.
(Chorus)
Bell, you a liar, “imminent” scam in your jaws,
Lundy’s your hype man, cheerin’ trash with no cause.
Money’s a myth, yo, you’re stealin’ our trust,
Red Rock’s in ruins, y’all both turn to dust!
(Outro)
Yo, Red Rock fam, let’s burn this charade,
Bell and Lundy’s reign? Man, it’s time that it fades.
No more “imminent” lies, no more