[Intro - Spoken over slow, heavy palm-muted chugs]
You got that look in your eye...
Like the world owes you something.
Step up then, motherfucker.
Let’s see what you’re made of.
[Verse 1 - Aggressive, rhythmic shouting]
Born in the fire, forged in the pain
Scars on my knuckles, blood in my veins
You run your mouth like a cheap fucking blade
But blades break easy when the reaper’s unpaid
Talk big game from your keyboard throne
Hide behind filters, hide behind clones
I live in the dirt where the real ones roam
One wrong move and I’m snapping your bone
[Pre-Chorus - Building tension]
Warning shot’s over, no more words to waste
You keep pushing limits, you’re sealing your fate
[Chorus - Huge, anthemic gang vocals]
FUCK AROUND — FIND OUT!
I am the storm, you’re just a loud mouth
FUCK AROUND — FIND OUT!
Cross that line, I’ll bury you in the ground
Teeth in the concrete, face full of doubt
You played with the fire, now the fire’s coming out!
FAFO! FAFO!
Motherfucker, now you know!
[Verse 2 - Faster, more vicious]
I don’t start shit, but I sure as hell finish
Leave your crew in a puddle, looking diminished
Your ego’s a balloon, I got needles for days
Pop that fake crown in a violent haze
You thought it was funny, you thought it was play
Till the switch got flipped and the beast came awake
Now your momma’s crying at the end of the day
‘Cause her boy learned respect the hard way
[Pre-Chorus]
Last chance breathing, better beg real nice
But mercy’s a language I don’t recognize
[Chorus - Even bigger]
FUCK AROUND — FIND OUT!
I am the storm, you’re just a loud mouth
FUCK AROUND — FIND OUT!
Cross that line, I’ll bury you in the ground
Skulls for my garden, screams for the sound
You wanted the smoke — bitch, now you’re choking on it now!
FAFO! FAFO!
[Bridge - Half-time, crushing breakdown]
I... AM... THE... CONSEQUENCE!
(Low death growls)
Feel every rib crack, hear every bone bend
This is what happens when you don’t comprehend
I warned you once, I warned you twice
Now eat the asphalt, pay the fucking price!
[Guitar Solo - Insane, wailing, then vicious whammy-bar dives into rapid alternate picking]
(Imagine lightning-fast neoclassical runs melting into brutal chugs)
[Final Chorus - Full chaos, double-tracked vocals]
FUCK AROUND — FIND OUT!
No more talking, only fists now
FUCK AROUND — FIND OUT!
Your whole bloodline’s getting wiped out
Legend in the dirt, story passed around
“Don’t test that crazy bastard” — that’s the word on the street now!
FAFO! FAFO! FAFO!
[Outro - Slow, menacing chugs fading into feedback]
You fucked around...
And brother...
You fucking found out
Duncanstein
