Blunt Force Lullaby

[Verse 1]
Wake up at noon
Missed work, missed calls, missed Zoom
Only thing I’m early for
Is the drive‑thru and the gas‑station store
Got snacks like I’m feeding twelve
Just me and this couch and my higher self
Watching Cheech and Chong on repeat
Take a hit, forget the plot, hit re‑replay
[Pre-Chorus]
I said I’m quitting (again)
Told my mom I’m different (amen)
But every time the clock hits that same number
Brain hits “slumber party” with the thunder
[Chorus]
It’s 4-2-0, my IQ low (so low)
Eyes real red, but my vibe on glow
Cough so hard think my soul might go
(Scream) STILL GON’ HIT IT THOUGH
Blunt force lullaby, knock me out slow
Laugh till I cry, then I laugh some more
High as the rent, but the cash too broke
(Scream) STILL GON’ HIT IT THOUGH
[Verse 2]
Metal shirt, but I’m soft inside
Mosh pit in my mind, but I move half‑time
Try to scream, just start to wheeze
“BRING THE VIOLENCE”—pass the cheese
Turn the riff up, neighbors mad
I’m like “chill, Karen, hit this bag”
She said “what?” then she took one pull
Now she in the yard screaming “LEGALIZE IT, FOOLS!” (hey!)
[Pre-Chorus]
I said I’m focused (sure)
Gonna get my life secure
Then the homie hit my phone with a “you know?”
Brain hit airplane mode, but the snacks still go
[Chorus]
It’s 4-2-0, my IQ low (so low)
Eyes real red, but my vibe on glow
Cough so hard think my soul might go
(Scream) STILL GON’ HIT IT THOUGH
Blunt force lullaby, knock me out slow
Laugh till I cry, then I laugh some more
High as the rent, but the cash too broke
(Scream) STILL GON’ HIT IT THOUGH
[Bridge]
[Beat drops, guitars ring out]
Why my tongue feel like a desert?
Why this pizza taste like treasure?
Why my search history say “how long
till the snacks hit back if I hit this bong?”
[Chorus]
It’s 4-2-0, my IQ low (so low)
Eyes real red, but my vibe on glow
Cough so hard think my soul might go
(Scream) STILL GON’ HIT IT THOUGH
Blunt force lullaby, knock me out slow
Laugh till I cry, then I laugh some more
High as the rent, but the cash too broke
(Scream) STILL GON’ HIT IT THOUGH

rap, Hybrid stoner metal / trap-rap mash with male vocals: half-snarled verses over downtuned, fuzzed-out guitars and subby drums, then explode into screamo hook with gang shouts. Mid-tempo headnod groove, swung hi-hats, chugging palm mutes on the downbeat. Chorus widens with stacked yells, octave-doubled lead, and feedback swells for chaotic comedy energy., comedy, screamo, stoner metal