Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Black boots on the couch Red cup, teeth out, we loud Got scars on my knuckles from last week Still taste blood every time that I drink [Pre-Chorus] Who showed up with the sirens in their eyes Who lit the fuse and dared it to ignite If you came to cry, step aside If you came to die, get in line [Chorus] Fight, fuck, party We were born too loud, too gnarly Middle fingers up in the air If you scared go pray, we don’t care Fight, fuck, party Whole damn world can’t guard me If it hurts, then hit replay We’re the riot they can’t cage [Verse 2] Tattoo ink on your white tank, smudged Lipstick wrecked, but you still want blood Moshpit kisses in the bathroom stall We swing, we sweat, we break that wall [Pre-Chorus] Who came here just to feel the floor shake Who’s alive only when the bones ache If you came to talk, that’s too late If you came to snap, detonate [Chorus]
Tags
rap, High-BPM hybrid: distorted punk guitars sidechained under a four-on-the-floor kick, thick rave synth leads, snarling rap verses. Choruses shout-gang vocals with crowd chants, blown-out claps, and a crunchy bass. Energy never drops—quick breakdown with filtered drums, then a massive build back into the final hook. Male vocals, aggressive delivery, ad-lib hype., edm, punk
Duration
2:00
Instrumental
No
Created
12/31/2025