Bloodshot

[Verse 1]
Black sheep badge on my chest
Kicked out, cool, I needed the rest
Back porch king, lungs all red
Whole town talk while I clear my head
They point fingers, I light up
Turn their gossip into my luck
Lonely kid with the cracked-out dreams
Now I shrug when the outcast screams (that's me)
[Chorus]
I got bloodshot eyes and a big old grin
Still too loud for your tiny skin
They threw me out, I just moved right in
To the edge of the map, where the wild begins
Bloodshot eyes, but my aim stay clean
Stone-cold calm in a world so mean
You can exile me from your little scene
I make the gutter feel like a limousine (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Couch full of friends that the world don’t want
Tattooed truth when the blunt get sparked
We laugh at the rules y’all worship hard
I got banned from the club, turned the street to a yard
Mama said “boy, you a storm in a shell”
Guess I learned how to dance in hell
They see smoke, I see signal flares
Calling all freaks from everywhere (pull up)
[Chorus]
I got bloodshot eyes and a big old grin
Still too loud for your tiny skin
They threw me out, I just moved right in
To the edge of the map, where the wild begins
Bloodshot eyes, but my aim stay clean
Stone-cold calm in a world so mean
You can exile me from your little scene
I make the gutter feel like a limousine (let’s go)
[Bridge]
Kick me out the circle, I’ll draw my own
Turn that scarlet letter to a shining stone
Every “wrong turn” was a throne in disguise
Every burnt bridge was a sunrise
[Chorus]
I got bloodshot eyes and a big old grin
Still too loud for your tiny skin
They threw me out, I just moved right in
To the edge of the map, where the wild begins
Bloodshot eyes, but my aim stay clean
Stone-cold calm in a world so mean
You can exile me from your little scene
I make the gutter feel like a limousine (bloodshot)

rap, Nu metal meets crunk: distorted drop-tuned guitars locked to a crushing 808-style low end, trap hats and live kit layered for impact, male vocals switching between screamed hooks and double-time rap. Verses ride a swung, head-nod pocket; choruses explode with gang chants, octave leads, and shouted call-and-response. Big, chantable ad-libs, siren sweeps into breakdowns, and a halftime bridge that lets the mosh pit breathe before the final slam., hip hop, rock, nu metal