

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
2:34
No
3/12/2026