Spite in My Throat

[Verse 1]
You said “I’m different”
Yeah, you all read the same script
Soft voice, sharp teeth
Smile sweet, then you dip
Left my jacket at your place
You kept it just to be cruel
Posting pics with some dude
Tag my handle like a fool
You love the chase, the crash
You love my damage on display
You’re bored? you blow up my phone
Then ghost me the next day
[Chorus]
You got me fucked up
Twisted, chewed, and spit
You’re just a pretty little storm
I ain’t dying in it
I gave you all that raw
You gave me all that smoke
I’m done playing nice for you
Choke on every word you spoke (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You hate your ex, you said
Then copied everything she did
Same lies, cheap wine
Same drama, new kid
You love to talk that “healed” talk
While you scratch at every scar
Say I’m “too intense”
But you’re the one that sets the bar
You hit me up at 3
“I miss you” just for the hit
Next week you’re “finding yourself”
Girl, you just finding new shit
[Chorus]
You got me fucked up
Twisted, chewed, and spit
You’re just a pretty little storm
I ain’t dying in it
I gave you all that raw
You gave me all that smoke
I’m done playing nice for you
Choke on every word you spoke (choke)
[Bridge]
Yeah, I’m bitter, so what
I wear that like a crown
If love’s a damn warzone
I’m burning this to the ground
[Chorus]
You got me fucked up
Twisted, chewed, and spit
You’re just a pretty little storm
I ain’t dying in it
I gave you all that raw
You gave me all that smoke
Heart’s on strike from you
Every little lie you wrote, you choke (yeah)

rap, Trashy, blown-out grunge-rap beat: detuned guitars chugging on one riff, distorted 808s, smashed drums. Male vocals half-snarled, half-mumbled in the verses, then yelled gang-style on the hook. Chorus explodes with octave-doubled screams and crowd shouts; brief breakdown bridge with filtered drums, then a final full-volume hook. Gritty, clipped mix that feels like a basement show caught on a phone mic., grunge