Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m in the lab, it’s boiling, you can see that steam
Pressure in the pipes, boutta blow this seam
Kungfu stance, both feet in the ring
Every bar a backfist, hear that metal sing
Got the apron on, I’m skimming off the cream
You lactose, I’m stacks close, different kind of stream
You talk curds, I churn cash, butter in the pan
You drip weak, I drip rage, that’s a different man
[Chorus]
I’m steamed up, veins like kettles
Hands like blades, I bend these metals
Kungfu kicks to your whole damn team
Milk this game dry, I own that cream
I’m fed up, neck deep in the gutter
Talk that trash? You’ll taste your supper
Turn your whole squad into fertilizer quick
You’re all talk, I’m that certified—
[Verse 2]
Step to me wild, get folded, origami
Black belt temper, rage in the body
I don’t “cool down,” I climb, volcano
Spit so foul they should hang my halo
Milk in the fridge, I’m past expiration
Spoiled to the core, that’s my transformation
Udder on the farm, I’m squeezing out pain
Every drop a grudge, let it splash on your chain
You drip soft, skim foam off the top
I’m thick, heavy pour, when the carton pop
You smell trash talk, I live in that stench
This the sewer sermon, baptize you in the trench
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 24, 2025
Duration1:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap with distorted 808s and sharp trap hats; male vocals spitting double-time aggression. Verses are tight and percussive with chopped vocal ad-libs; hook drops into a halftime stomp with layered shouts and sub-heavy bass. Mix is dry and in-your-face, letting every consonant punch through.
Credits
Prompt by
FRAILKING
FRAILKINGModelAria v5
Prompt
A aggressive angry rap song about steaming, kongfu, milk, udders, shit
