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[VERSE 1 — IZUKU]
I’m a walking, talking, chainsmoking violation,
Born from chaos, raised by pure frustration.
Got fangs, got fire, got horns that scrape the sky—
If Hell’s got rules? Well baby, so do I.
I break every mirror just to watch it fork in fear,
I drink whiskey like it’s water, kick the jukebox when I’m near.
I’m the problem, I’m the warning, I’m the storm they can’t contain—
If trouble needs a poster boy, just slap on my name.
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[VERSE 2 — BAZERAK]
He’s a menace with a matchstick, lord help the floor,
He’ll flirt with your queen then ask for more.
And me? I’m the monster they warned you about—
Kick down your gates just to hear ‘em shout.
I’m the brawl startin’, wall crackin’, bad idea on legs,
I smoke cigars the size of stories, drink my liquor by the kegs.
If your mama said avoid me—well damn, she told the truth,
‘Cause I’m the walking, roaring nightmare they forgot to cage in youth.
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[PRE-CHORUS — BOTH, laughing]
Bar’s too quiet—
Let’s fix that quick.
Point us at trouble,
We’ll handle it slick.
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[CHORUS — BOTH]
We’re walking, talking violations,
Hell’s own bad decisions.
Two monsters, one throne,
And zero inhibitions.
If you’re looking for salvation—
Wrong damn location.
We’re walking, talking, chainsmoking—
Hell’s favorite violation.
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[VERSE 3 — IZUKU]
I got charm that shouldn’t work and a stare that shouldn’t calm,
I turn angels into sinners with a smile and open palm.
I talk pretty, fight dirty, light the fuse then walk away—
If peace is on the menu, I ruin that buffet.
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[VERSE 4 — BAZERAK]
He’s a danger wrapped in leather, and I say that with respect—
‘Cause I taught him half his chaos, and he made it twice as wrecked.
I’m the wall that doesn’t move, the fist that doesn’t bend—
But if he starts the trouble, well hell, I’ll finish it, my friend.
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[PRE-CHORUS — BOTH]
We ain’t saints,
But we got style.
Raise your drinks—
This might take a while.
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[CHORUS — BOTH]
We’re walking, talking violations,
Hell’s own bad decisions.
Two monsters, one throne,
And zero inhibitions.
If you’re looking for salvation—
Wrong damn location.
We’re walking, talking, chainsmoking—
Hell’s favorite violation.
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[BRIDGE — SPOKEN/SHOUTED, BANTER]
Izuku: You got a lighter?
Bazerak: You ARE the lighter.
Izuku: Fair point.
Bazerak: Don’t burn the bar—again.
Izuku: No promises.
Both: YEEE-HAW!
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[BREAKDOWN — BOTH, stomping rhythm]
Light it up!
Smoke it out!
If the boss gets mad—
We’ll drink about!
Kick the door!
Start the show!
If trouble ain’t here—
Then let’s make it so!
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[FINAL CHORUS — BOTH, louder + wilder]
We’re walking, talking violations,
Hell’s own bad sensations.
Two brothers, one storm,
And mutual temptations.
If you want peace and quiet—
You won’t find that here tonight.
We’re walking, talking, chainsmoking—
Hell’s wrong AND hell’s right.
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[OUTRO — BOTH, laughing as music fades]
We ain’t laws,
We ain’
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