TEETH MARKS

(Intro — feedback howl, drum stick count, breath in mic)

Yeah.

Say your name once more —

I dare you.

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(Chorus — screamed, jagged melody)

I got teeth marks where your voice used to live,

Got a fist full of hate and nothing to forgive.

You left rot in my chest like a nail in the wood,

I ain’t broken — I’m just meaner than I should.

I don’t want you dead, I just want you erased,

Like a bad taste burned off my face.

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(Verse 1 — rap, hard, clipped delivery)

Yeah, you talk like a saint but you move like a snake,

All charm, all grin, all fraud, all fake.

You fed off my trust like it came in a jar,

Now I keep every heart at the end of a bar.

You ain’t deep, you just loud, you ain’t real, you just slick,

You the reason I flinch every time someone’s nice.

I gave you my back, you put teeth in the bone,

Now I walk like I’m ready for war in my home.

You ain’t special — you’re a lesson in scars,

A cheap little ghost riding shotgun in cars.

I don’t chase you, I don’t need you, I don’t care if you choke,

But your name still burn like a match in my throat.

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(Pre-Chorus — low, dangerous, almost spoken)

I don’t pray for revenge…

I just wait for the day

Your reflection don’t recognize your face.

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(Chorus — louder, band slams in)

I got teeth marks where your voice used to live,

Got a fist full of hate and nothing to forgive.

You left rot in my chest like a nail in the wood,

I ain’t broken — I’m just meaner than I should.

I don’t want you dead, I just want you erased,

Like a bad taste burned off my face.

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(Verse 2 — rap, faster, angrier, spiraling)

Yeah, you built your throne out of lies and applause,

Now you choke on the echo of your own applause.

You ain’t hurt me — nah, you trained me instead,

Now I see every knife before it’s raised to my head.

I don’t scream, I don’t cry, I don’t beg, I don’t fold,

I just carry your memory dipped in the cold.

You the reason my trust got a body count now,

Every handshake feel like a countdown.

I ain’t healing — I’m sharpening edges,

Turned your damage into loaded sentences.

Every word that I spit got rust on the blade,

Every beat sound like dirt on a grave.

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(Bridge — stripped, then explosive)

(Quiet, breath in mic)

You ever notice…

The worst people never think they’re the villain?

(Beat drops back, scream)

SO I’LL BE YOURS IF YOU NEED ONE

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(Final Chorus — chaotic, throat-ripping)

I got teeth marks where your voice used to live,

Got a head full of static and a life full of grit.

You left rot in my chest but I learned how to breathe,

Now the poison you gave just fuels what I speak.

I don’t want your love, I don’t want your peace —

I just want your shadow off my street.

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(Outro — feedback + muttered voice)

Yeah…

You didn’t kill me.

You just made me louder.