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Lyrics
[Intro]
Shut your mouth
Use your fists
Bite down
On your list
What you hate
What you fear
Spit blood
Grin ear to ear (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Basement breathing like a dragon
Concrete sweats, pipes clacking
Fluorescent flicker on knuckles cracking
Name on my tongue, keep chanting
Tyler in my iris, iris dialing
Fight flyer stapled to my psyche, wilding
Office boy folded in a parking lot fantasy
Stapler in my hand, but I crave real casualties
Clock ticks, coffee stains on my tie
Inbox full, but my insides dry
Cubicle coffin, humming fake light
Boss barking numbers, I’m starving for a fight
Every memo is a muzzle to my instincts
Every handshake feels like handcuffs on my wrists
Therapy chairs and breathing techniques
But rage in my ribs wanna breathe gasoline
Friday night: church of the outcasts
Meet in the back where the light don’t ask
All the suits shed skin in the stairwell
March down slow like we’re walking into hell
Names disappear, first rule stitched in the walls
Second rule echo when the last tooth falls
Every bruise is a prayer, every cut is a creed
Every broken nose is the gospel we bleed
[Chorus]
This is fight club, teeth on the floor
Jaw wired shut but I’m begging for more
Taste of rust, heartbeat like a drum
Bite down hard, feel the numbness come
This is fight club, bruise-colored crown
Rise when I fall, laugh when I drown
Rip out fear, let the chaos call
We break to feel anything at all (hey)
[Verse 2]
Got a split-face smile in the mirror
One half clearer, one half nearer
Office lanyard swinging on the bedpost
Burned it once, but the ghost still smokes
Soap in the sink, lye on the skin
Chemical kiss while he carves me a grin
Hold my hand in the pain, watch the pattern bloom
World map burned in the backroom fumes
We build bombs out of boredom and credit cards
Catalog cuts, past-due scars
Steel wool hearts scratching sparks in the dark
Gas can gospel in a grocery cart
Shopping list:
Lipstick, cereal, chaos
Cornflower-blue tie for the layoffs
Smirk in the bleachers at the stadium ads
We sell them their cages and call ’em pads
The boss talking raises like rations
I want detonation, not patience
He sees the bruise like a question mark
I answer with a smile, little bite of the shark
Threaten to beat myself just to get a raise
“Never hit me again” in his office haze
Copy machine watching with bright green eyes
As I walk out dripping, baptized in lies
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m awake now, veins like live wires
Every calm face looks tired
They scroll, we scheme
They buy, we dream
They sleep while we light fires (yeah)
[Chorus]
This is fight club, teeth on the floor
Jaw wired shut but I’m begging for more
Taste of rust, heartbeat like a drum
Bite down hard, feel the numbness come
This is fight club, bruise-colored crown
Rise when I fall, laugh when I drown
Rip out fear, let the chaos call
We break to feel anything at all
[Verse 3]
Basement filled with the rejects of daylight
Night shift saints in the flicker of a brake light
Bartender counting down bets in his head
While the rest of us meet to pretend we’re not dead
Rules like ribs, you can feel ’em when they crack
First swing hits and there’s no going back
Every face becomes a question
How much pain to earn connection?
Skin splits slow, then the world makes sense
Blood talks louder than your conference
Silence in the circle ’til the fist hits skin
Sudden choir of grunts, now the sermon begins
Adrenaline anthem in the back of my throat
Swear my own name like a murder note
I’m not a slave if I carve my cost
I own this body when it’s bruis
Details
GeneratedApr 18, 2026
Duration3:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Explosive industrial trap-rap, male vocals, ultra-aggressive energy. Distorted 808s and metallic percussion slam under a snarling double-time flow, with eerie choir pads and siren-like synth stabs. Verses build from clipped, tense delivery into manic, shouted cadences; hooks hit like gang chants with stacked vocals and crowd shouts. Occasional glitchy dropouts and reversed impacts create whiplash transitions so every punchline feels like a physical hit.
Credits
Prompt by
Dwarf_King
Dwarf_KingModelAria v5.5
Prompt
i want to make a rap song about fight club. i want it to be heavy, explosive, and intense. i want it to be long and well written.
