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Lyrics
[Intro]
Ash in my lungs
Grit in my teeth
Swamp in my veins
I don’t preach, I seethe
[Verse 1]
Yeah, this that fallout fever
Radiate rage, I’m a true believer
Gators in the gutter, see the yellow eyes glow
Snap on a hater, that’s a death-roll flow
Sand in my boots from the wasteland march
Psalms on my tongue but my heart stay harsh
Creed in my chest, carved deep like a brand
But I’ll still drag gods face-first through the sand
Rust in the rain, I was raised in the ruin
Every step heavy like the ground could be chewin’
Teeth on the trigger, spine like steel
You talk about faith, I talk about meals
[Chorus]
Teeth in the fallout, I bite back
Gators in the mud, we attack
Creed in my blood, that’s my flag
Sand in my fist, let it drag
Teeth in the fallout, I bite back
Gators in the mud, we attack
Creed in my blood, that’s my flag
Sand in my fist, let it drag
[Verse 2]
I don’t bow, I bruise
Whole damn planet left black and blue
Church burned down but the cross still hot
So I swing that symbol like a warhead shot
Jaw locked tight like a reptile grip
Rip through the lie, let the white paint drip
Sun beat down on the dead man’s dune
Hear the bones crunch under blood-red moon
You pray for peace, I pray they slip
I was raised on venom and apocalypse
Faith like a knife, either cut or get cut
If you stand in my path, you a stain in the dust
[Chorus]
Teeth in the fallout, I bite back
Gators in the mud, we attack
Creed in my blood, that’s my flag
Sand in my fist, let it drag
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 24, 2025
Duration2:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Menacing trap beat with distorted low-end and sharp hi-hats, male vocals spitting double-time cadences. Verses stay close and claustrophobic, filtered pads and ominous choirs underneath. Hook explodes with layered gang vocals on key phrases, sub hitting hard on downbeats. Occasional chopped vocal stabs and riser sweeps to amp the aggression.
Credits
Prompt by
FRAILKING
FRAILKINGModelAria v5
Prompt
A angry aggressive rap song about fallout, gators, creed, sand
