Curb-Stomp Creed

[Intro]
Skrrt on the curb
That’s creed
Red eyes
White knuckles
No sleep
Two hands
One wheel
High speed
One shot
One lane
I bleed
[Verse 1]
Mask on
Jaw locked
Teeth grit
Gas down
Black smoke
I commit
Whole block shake when I drift in
Whole clique chant when I dig in (hey!)
You talk big
Heart small like a thumbnail
I write rules in the grooves of the burn trail
Hands dirty from the sins I repeat
I don’t pray
I just deepen the seat
[Chorus]
That’s my creed
Curb-stomp creed
If I want it
Then I take it till I can’t breathe
That’s my creed
Heart cold
Speed freak
I don’t slow
I just stomp till the ground screams (yeah)
That’s my creed
Curb-stomp creed
Every line that I spit make the road bleed
That’s my creed
Can’t bow
Can’t plead
If you stand in my way
Then you’re six feet (uh)
[Verse 2]
Night run
I don’t care what the law say
Teeth flash when I cut through the crossway
Head loud with the hate and the caffeine
See red in the glass
That’s a bad dream
Front row seats to the wreck I’m becoming
If it ain’t pain
It ain’t worth me coming
Tattooed faith in the scars on my cheek
All I trust now is the grind and the teeth (teeth)
[Chorus]
That’s my creed
Curb-stomp creed
If I want it
Then I take it till I can’t breathe
That’s my creed
Heart cold
Speed freak
I don’t slow
I just stomp till the ground screams (ground screams)
That’s my creed
Curb-stomp creed
Every line that I spit make the road bleed
That’s my creed
Can’t bow
Can’t plead
If you stand in my lane
Then you’re six feet (ayy)
[Bridge]
Bite down
Taste rust on the tongue
Every wrong turn feed the lungs
I don’t chase death
Death chase me
I just swerve
Let it kiss my teeth (ha)
[Chorus]
That’s my creed
Curb-stomp creed
If I want it
Then I take it till I can’t breathe
That’s my creed
Heart cold
Speed freak
I don’t slow
I just stomp till the ground screams
That’s my creed
Curb-stomp creed
Every line that I spit make the road bleed
That’s my creed
Can’t bow
Can’t plead
If you stand in my way
Then you’re six feet (six feet)

Ultra-clipped drift phonk banger: distorted cowbell lead stabbing the downbeat, blown-out bass drone glued to brickwalled, punching kick and snare; frantic hi-hat rolls swarm between phrases. Male vocals half-shouted, half-rapped, bone-dry and in-your-face with gang shouts doubling key words on hooks; brief filter sweeps into each chorus to slam energy up, with stop-start drops that let the vocal spit alone before everything crashes back in., frantic, male vocals, saturated