(Verse 1)
I walk loud, I talk louder, fuck your quiet little cage
You clutch your pearls, whisper warnings, I’m already off the stage
Small-dick energy critiquing, “tone it down, you’re too much”
I’ll crank the gain to eleven while I’m stepping on your clutch
(Pre-chorus)
You hate the spark, you hate the noise, you hate I don’t behave
Good — keep hatin’, I’mma keep on raisin’
(Chorus)
Bombin’ on the bastards! (boom-boom-boom)
Who belittle my brashness! (fuck you too)
Full clip, no filter, middle finger to the mattress
I’m the middle finger mattress — bombin’ on the bastards!
(Verse 2)
“Grow up” “chill out” “read the room” — same old tired script
I’d rather burn the building down than ever learn to sit
Your feedback’s just a muzzle, your advice is just a leash
I bite the hand that scolds me, now I’m shittin’ on your beach
(Pre-chorus)
You want polite? Go date a doormat, I ain’t built that way
I came to rattle cages motherfucker — every single day
(Chorus)
Bombin’ on the bastards! (boom-boom-boom)
Who belittle my brashness! (still fuck you)
Molotov charisma, flamethrower swagger
Turn your “too much” into ashes — I’m the swagger dagger
(Bridge – half-time, heavy breakdown)
You → small → safe → quiet → boring
Me → loud → rude → alive → soaring
Pick a side bitch — warpaint’s on
I’m the storm you prayed would be gone
(Last Chorus – double-time, all chaos)
Bombin’ on the bastards!
Belittle this! Belittle that!
Still standin’, still laughin’, still spittin’ in your hat
Brashness ain’t a flaw — it’s the blade inside the blast
Bombin’ on the bastards — AND WE AIN’T DONE YET MOTHERFUCKERS —
(end on feedback squeal + one last “BOOM!” cymbal crash)
M
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