Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can’t hit the mark
You just spray that talk
All that bark, all that spark
Then you crumble in the dark
Face gone blank
Hands start to shake
Every shot you take
Skips past, ricochet fake
Texas tall tales
But your aim still bent
All caps online
In real life you vent
Call Steve, call Diana
Still miss your chance
Whole crew in the stands
Watch you flinch, not advance
[Chorus]
You can’t hit the target
You just love the noise
All that rage, no focus
Just a broken toy
Swing, miss, swing, miss
Every single time you start it
Talk big, walk small
You can’t hit the target
[Verse 2]
Chunked that shot
Face so clean
Never seen sweat
But you stress nineteen
X-force dreams
Got comics on the wall
But you choke on the line
When it’s time, you stall
Say “ugh” every miss
Blame the wind, blame the gun
Blame your past, blame your ex
Blame the heat, blame the sun
I’m stone in the storm
You’re dust in a gust
When the pressure plate clicks
I rise, you rust
[Chorus]
Style
rapaggressive rap-metal hybrid with downtuned guitarsstuttering double-kickand distorted bass. verses spit in a tightsyncopated flow over chugging riffs; hook explodes with gang vocals and halftime drums. occasional glitchy vocal chops and feedback swells between lines; male vocalsraw and shouted in the chorus.cleanmetal
Prompt
rap, metal not being able to hit the fuckin target guy ugh because gone face can’t dingo Texas face done Diana come Steve chunk face clean Ghanas x force don’t
Credits
Prompt byIndieVector586
GeneratedJan 4, 2026
ModelAria v5
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