Xixi

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October 11

Great song~ Sounds great~ I listen every day~ Ah

I come from the leeks

Pile—you fleeced me until my tears ran dry

Today, I won't kneel

Today, I will tear down your sacred throne

When you were just starting out, your words were as sweet as honey

You begged for attention, begged for shares, and said you'd take the brothers to create miracles

You built an image, pretending to have a conscience while calling others scammers

I scraped together money for your meals, believing what you said

Every single word. You said that if we followed you, sooner or later we'd turn things around

I called you the Warehouse God, and was more sincere toward you than toward my dad

Later, your eyes were bloodshot, and all you saw was commissions and customers

The greater our losses, the wider you grin; the more we lose, the more

vicious you get. You place orders like throwing knives

I treat the knife like a treasure

I treat the knife like a treasure

You said profits were guaranteed

I lost too much, I didn’t even dare complain

You place orders like throwing knives

I treat the knife like a treasure

You count money till you laugh

When I woke up, it was all bubbles

You bleed people dry, then still pretend to be a deity

I’ll strip away your gilded image

You take on clients so mercilessly

I’ll expose your fake kindness

After bleeding people dry, you still pretend to be a deity

I’ll strip away your gilded image

You’ve hurt retail investors too deeply

I’ll let you rot in a filthy gutter

Your calls are all talk, and your levels are made up

When you got liquidated, you called me greedy, then turned around and took my money.

You yelled to add to the position, you yelled to go all in

You gorged on commissions until you were full, while I lost everything and had no home.

Onstage, you talked about vision; offstage, you calculated your clients’ losses

Anyone who questioned you got kicked out, then you blamed me for not being grateful. Back then I called you brother

; now I call you an asshole,

You change faces faster than turning a page; your conscience was long ago

abandoned by you,

You place orders like throwing knives

I treat the knife like a treasure, I treat the knife like a treasure,

You said profits were guaranteed,

I lost so much, I didn’t even dare complain,

You place orders like throwing knives,

I treat the knife like a treasure

money till you laugh

When I woke up, it was all bubbles. You

After bleeding people dry, you still pretend to be a god

I’ll strip away your gilded image

You take on clients so mercilessly

I’ll expose your fake kindness

After bleeding people dry, you still pretend to be a god

I’ll strip away your gilded image

You’ve hurt retail investors too deeply

I’ll let you rot in a filthy gutter

You think changing your name can wash away the stench on you

You think turning off comments can block out every voice

I have screenshots in my hand, truth on my tongue. You

The more you play innocent, the more I’ll tear open your scars. The debts you owe

Every single debt is clearly remembered by someone

Every knife you’ve used to cut people—someone wants your

life. Don’t hide, don’t play dead, don’t think you can sneak away

I’ll tear down the fake throne you built with your own hands

You give orders like throwing knives

You place orders like throwing knives

I treat the knife as a treasure

You said profits were guaranteed

I lost so much, I didn’t even dare complain

You place orders like throwing knives

I treat the knife like a treasure

You count money till you laugh

When I woke up, it was all bubbles

After you cut people down, you still pretend to be a god,

I’ll strip away your gilded image

You take on clients so mercilessly,

I’ll expose your fake kindness

After you cut people down, you still pretend to be a deity,

I’ll strip away your gilded image

You’ve hurt retail investors too deeply,

I’ll let you rot in a filthy gutter.

You place orders like throwing knives.