

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1) Controller shaking, dropping hot—I’m diving from the bus Tilted towers full of sweats, yeah they’re thirsting all of us Loot is trash, no shield, just a busted fucking gun Hear the footsteps on the roof—I ain’t even started, I’m done Cracking mats, panic builds, yeah I’m spamming every wall Kid’s editing like a demon, I can’t track him at all One pump lined up clean—I know I had the shot— He resets, edits back… what the fuck was that I fought? (Pre-Chorus) I feel it rising up, storm closing in my chest A hundred players dropping and they all play like the best (Chorus) I’m gonna break, I’m gonna snap—hear the fucking crack These sweats crank 90s like they’ve never touched grass back I slam the desk, I curse the zone, this shit ain’t even fair Third party outta nowhere—now I’m gasping for air I’m screaming at the builds like they’re mocking every move Every fight’s a sweat fest, every kid’s got something to prove Locked in, no escape, yeah I’m trapped in this game Say my name in the lobby—you’ll remember the flames (Verse 2) Storm’s creeping, ticking damage, I’m just trying to rotate Boxed up, healing slow, praying I’m not too late Hear a launch, hear a glide—yeah they’re landing on my head Cracked one, downed another—still I’m somehow fucking dead Gold pump in my hands but it don’t mean shit When a cracked-out editor hits a triple edit flick Voice chat popping off, everyone’s talking trash I was this close to the win—now I’m back in the match (Pre-Chorus) I try to cool it down, but I’m too far gone Every damn lobby feels like a World Cup run (Chorus) I’m gonna break, I’m gonna snap—hear the fucking crack These sweats crank 90s like they’ve never touched grass back I slam the desk, I curse the zone, this shit ain’t even fair Third party outta nowhere—now I’m gasping for air I’m screaming at the builds like they’re mocking every move Every fight’s a sweat fest, every kid’s got something to prove Locked in, no escape, yeah I’m trapped in this game Say my name in the lobby—you’ll remember the flames (Bridge) Maybe I’m washed, maybe I’m too damn slow Maybe every cracked kid’s just built different, I don’t know But I won’t back out, I won’t quit the fight I’ll tear through this whole damn lobby just to prove I’m right (Breakdown) ONE MORE DROP—HOT AND FAST— GRAB THE LOOT—MAKE IT LAST— BUILD IT UP—DON’T YOU STOP— TAKE THE SHOT—HIT THE DROP— (Final Chorus) I’m gonna break, I’m gonna snap—let the chaos fucking rise Turn the rage into a weapon, see the storm in my eyes Through the losses, through the pain, through the endless grind I’ll earn that Victory Crown—leave the weak behind Yeah I screamed at the zone, now it’s closing in again Every loss, every choke, every fight I should’ve won Locked in, no escape, yeah I’ve lost my brain— So if you queue up now… You’ll feel my Fortnite rage.
Tags
Aggressive trap-metal: distorted 808s, glitchy synths, fast hi-hats, heavy drops, with screamed vocals and hype chants.
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4/2/2026