Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Father Bob in the hallway, eyes red
Talking in circles, always one step dead
Says if I fold, then it’s on you
Says if I end up in a box, what you gonna do?
Metal plate, cold weight
Machete scars, bad faith
He don’t sleep, he just pace
Burger King bag on his lap, mean face
Whopper on the tongue, rage in the chest
DSS walls, cheap paint, no rest
He laughs too hard, then he snaps too quick
Whole room shakes when he starts that kick
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know that look
That warning sign
One more word
And it all rewinds
He’s spinning out
Like he always do
I’m ten feet back
Tryna get through
[Chorus]
Whopper and violence
Whopper and violence (hey)
Father Bob wilding
Father Bob wilding
If he falls, don’t blame me
If he breaks, don’t name me
Whopper and violence
Whopper and violence
[Verse 2]
Might say sorry by sunrise
Might slam doors by night
Keeps old hurt in his jaw
Keeps new smoke in his eyes
That head plate gleams
When he leans too close
Talking tough like a prayer
Then he bites down slow
Daughter in the frame, caught in the blast
Every promise made goes broken fast
He’s all hunger and anger and stray dog pride
Living hard in them DSS lines
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know that look
That warning sign
One more word
And it all rewinds
He’s spinning out
Like he always do
I’m ten feet back
Tryna get through
[Chorus]
Whopper and violence
Whopper and violence (hey)
Father Bob wilding
Father Bob wilding
If he falls, don’t blame me
If he breaks, don’t name me
Whopper and violence
Whopper and violence
[Bridge]
He ain’t a saint
He ain’t a chain
He’s a busted nerve
With a borrowed pain
Metal in his skull
Storm in his grin
Some days he roars
Some days he caves in
[Final Chorus]
Whopper and violence
Whopper and violence (hey)
Father Bob wilding
Father Bob wilding
If he falls, don’t blame me
If he breaks, don’t name me
Whopper and violence
Whopper and violence
Details
GeneratedJul 11, 2026
Duration7:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap-metal with half-time stomp, distorted 808s, jackhammer drums, and a snarling guitar riff; verse rides sparse bass and clipped hats, pre-chorus tightens with tom rolls and rising feedback, chorus slams open with gang-shouted anchor lines and octave guitar hits. Grizzled male vocals with doubled shouts, whispered threat ad-libs, and delay throws on the hook words. Metal scrapes, reverse cymbal swells, and a heavy impact before each chorus. Gritty, huge, and claustrophobic mix., metal
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Father bob spiraling told his daughter if he ends up in casket it’s her fault machete metal plate in his head all he knows is Burger King whopper and violence he lives in DSS housing heavy metal
