No Homo, Bro

[Verse 1]
We at the gym
two plates, three plates, four
Spot you on bench
like “arch that back a little more” (hold up)
You say “bro chill”
I say “bro I’m just support”
Then whisper “nice glutes”
now we both look at the floor
Snapback, short shorts
thighs out, sun’s out
“Bro your quads look juicy”
now the whole squad bugged out
We share one vape
accidentally kiss the mouthpiece
Stare five seconds
then we both yell “AY YO, PAUSE, PLEASE”
[Chorus]
It’s not gay, it’s comedy (bro)
Just two dudes and bonding (yeah)
Little sus, that’s quality (uh)
chest to chest, we sparring (hey)
We just homies, obviously
Screaming “pause” while flirting
If it’s a joke
why my heart still hurting? (bro what)
[Verse 2]
We in the club
bottle, booth, full send
You say “I’d take a bullet”
I say “I’d be your boyfriend” (wait)
You laugh too long
hand resting on my waist
Now we slow dance
while the boys make stank face
You drunk text “miss u”
I text back “same”
Then you hit “heart”
now this “bit” feel strange
You say “no homo”
I say “same here”
But we planned our future dogs
in a group chat last year
[Chorus]
It’s not gay, it’s comedy (bro)
Just two dudes and bonding (yep)
Little sus, that’s quality
couch cuddles, “we just yawning” (just tired)
We just homies, obviously
Screaming “pause” mid-twerking
If it’s a joke
why my chest keep burning?
[Bridge]
[Beat drops into brutal half-time breakdown]
BROS
KISS YOUR BROS
AS A
J O K E (hey!)
BROS
CUDDLE CLOSE
AS A
P R A N K (yeah!)
Crowd surf, lap sit
“bro, chill, that’s it”
Arm ‘round neck
then a peck, “I QUIT”
We shout “NO HOMO”
like a war drum roll
But every time we say it
feels a little less sure, bro
[Chorus]
It’s not gay, it’s comedy
Just two dudes evolving (what)
Little sus, that’s honesty
why this “bit” so wholesome? (bro…)
We just homies, probably
Screaming “pause” while blushing
If it’s a joke
why my face keep flushing?
[Outro]
You say “bro, if we were”
I say “bro, that’d slap”
We both laugh too hard
then never take it back (never)
Squad yells “AY YO”
we yell “SO?”
Guess the joke got old
now we just… two bros

rap, Chaotic comedy hybrid: trap hats and sub rattling under slam-deathcore guitars; rapid-fire rap in the verses with guttural gang shouts on the punchlines. Choruses explode into half-time breakdowns, layered screams, and crowd-chant hooks. Male vocals switch between goofy flex tone, harsh fry screams, and stacked “bro choir” shouts for peak ridiculous energy., brutal deathcore, comedy