Lyrics
[Verse]
Rubber burns, smell of war in the ozone,
Track’s my coliseum, my whip’s my throne.
Four cylinders scream, symphony of stone,
Body panels clash like gladiators grown.
Dodgin' bumpers, dodgin' fists, dodge the rage,
Pit lane arguments, chaos on the stage.
Metal fists fly, paint trades in the cage,
Red mist vision, I’m a beast uncaged.
[Chorus]
Short track bruiser, a ghost in the curves,
Adrenaline rushin', nerves steady, unnerved.
Bass boosted heartbeat, engine roars my hymn,
Crashin', dashin', I’m born to win.
[Verse 2]
Gas pedal to the floor, my alibi's speed,
Swallow dust for dinner, asphalt’s the feed.
Choppin' through the pack, chaos breeds greed,
A jungle on wheels, survival’s the creed.
Arguments fly like debris in the wind,
Steel kisses steel, where the madness begins.
Fury-fueled gladiators, sinners, no saints,
Track’s my cathedral, and the oil’s my paint.
[Chorus]
Short track bruiser, a ghost in the curves,
Adrenaline rushin', nerves steady, unnerved.
Bass boosted heartbeat, engine roars my hymn,
Crashin', dashin', I’m born to win.
Style
raplayered vocal ad-libsheavy 808saggressive; male vocalssharp hi-hatsbass-heavyfast
Prompt
How I’m a short track racer in the four-cylinder Enduro theres crashing dodging weaving physical fights arguments
With big bass boosted and a fast rap, male
Credits
Prompt by
racingman420
racingman420GeneratedOct 23, 2025
ModelAria v4
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