Brash Bomb

(Verse 1)  
I walk loud, I talk louder, fuck your quiet little cage  
You clutch your pearls, whisper warnings, I’m already off the stage  
Small-dick energy critiquing, “tone it down, you’re too much”  
I’ll crank the gain to eleven while I’m stepping on your clutch  

(Pre-chorus)  
You hate the spark, you hate the noise, you hate I don’t behave  
Good — keep hatin’, I’mma keep on raisin’  

(Chorus)  
Bombin’ on the bastards! (boom-boom-boom)  
Who belittle my brashness! (fuck you too)  
Full clip, no filter, middle finger to the mattress  
I’m the middle finger mattress — bombin’ on the bastards!  

(Verse 2)  
“Grow up” “chill out” “read the room” — same old tired script  
I’d rather burn the building down than ever learn to sit  
Your feedback’s just a muzzle, your advice is just a leash  
I bite the hand that scolds me, now I’m shittin’ on your beach  

(Pre-chorus)  
You want polite? Go date a doormat, I ain’t built that way  
I came to rattle cages motherfucker — every single day  

(Chorus)  
Bombin’ on the bastards! (boom-boom-boom)  
Who belittle my brashness! (still fuck you)  
Molotov charisma, flamethrower swagger  
Turn your “too much” into ashes — I’m the swagger dagger  

(Bridge – half-time, heavy breakdown)  
You → small → safe → quiet → boring  
Me  → loud → rude → alive → soaring  
Pick a side bitch — warpaint’s on  
I’m the storm you prayed would be gone  

(Last Chorus – double-time, all chaos)  
Bombin’ on the bastards!  
Belittle this! Belittle that!  
Still standin’, still laughin’, still spittin’ in your hat  
Brashness ain’t a flaw — it’s the blade inside the blast  
Bombin’ on the bastards — AND WE AIN’T DONE YET MOTHERFUCKERS —  

(end on feedback squeal + one last “BOOM!” cymbal crash)

M

fast, snarling little punk/rock blast for ya — play it loud, palm-muted power chords, 180 BPM, no apologies.