Grin and the Guillotine

[Intro]
Teeth out
Chain swing
Bad luck
Black ring (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Pull up with a chip on my shoulder
Ink on my hands from the list I wrote
All of the names that said "stay in your lane"
Now I’m peeling the paint off the road
Chewed up laces
Busted lip grin
Every door slammed
I kick straight in (hey!)
[Chorus]
I got that grin and the guillotine
Head up high where the blade should be
Laugh in the face of every "you can’t"
Turn every cut to a victory chant
I got that grin and the gasoline
Spark that match, let it all come clean
If they wanna see me fall off the edge
I’ll dive, then climb back up again
[Verse 2]
Heart like a mosh pit, crowd in my chest
Thoughts spin fast while I’m holding my breath
Parents said "calm down," teachers said "quiet"
Now the whole room shakes when I riot
Backpack dreams and a cracked gold tooth
Middle finger up to the so-called truth
If the world wants war, I’m a one-kid army
Scars on my knuckles are the medals they gave me
[Bridge]
They said sit down, I stood up
They said slow down, I sped up
They said grow up, I blew up
(Make ’em all wake up, wake up)
[Chorus]
I got that grin and the guillotine
Head up high where the blade should be
Laugh in the face of every "you can’t"
Turn every cut to a victory chant
I got that grin and the gasoline
Spark that match, let it all come clean
If they wanna see me fall off the edge
I’ll dive, then climb back up again (again, again)

rap, Hybrid of rage-rap and hardcore with pop-punk hooks; male vocals, screamed and rapped verses over downtuned, palm-muted guitars and grinding bass. Chorus explodes with gang shouts and a sticky melodic line, kick and snare locked with chugs. Brief half-time breakdown with filtered vocal, then final chorus stacks harmonies, distortion, and feedback for a scorched finish., pop punk, hip hop, hardcore, rock, metal