

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Chip on my shoulder, cracked molar grin Got a problem with the world? (then swing) Ink on my hands from the lines I crossed Middle of the mosh where the fear gets tossed Cheap black boots and a busted phone Couch-surf kid, but I claim this throne Laugh in the face of the rules you wrote Staple my heart to this ripped-up coat [Chorus] I break my teeth on it Every doubt, every line you spit Bleed on the floor, I don’t quit (I don’t quit, I don’t quit) I break my teeth on it Turn your shame to a battle hymn If it hurts, then it means I live Means I live, means I live [Verse 2] Trash can fire in a dead-end lot Talk big dreams from a paper cup shot You say “grow up,” that’s a funeral song So we scream off-key just to prove you wrong All my friends got scars they flaunt Turn every haunt to a victory taunt Crash through glass when the doors stay locked Carve new paths out of concrete blocks [Chorus] I break my teeth on it Every doubt, every line you spit Bleed on the floor, I don’t quit (I don’t quit, I don’t quit) I break my teeth on it Turn your shame to a battle hymn If it hurts, then it means I live Means I live, means I live [Bridge] Won’t bow down Won’t sit still Can’t kill what You can’t control Bite down hard On the bitter pill Spit that back Take back my soul [Chorus] I break my teeth on it Every doubt, every line you spit Bleed on the floor, I don’t quit (I don’t quit, I don’t quit) I break my teeth on it Turn your shame to a battle hymn If it hurts, then it means I live Means I live, means I live
Tags
rap, Hybrid punk-rap banger with snarling male vocals, blown-out guitars, and distorted 808s. Verses ride a tight, swung trap groove under chugging power chords; chorus explodes into halftime gang shouts and crash-heavy drums. Brief feedback squeals between sections, vocal doubles on key punchlines, and a final shout-along outro that feels like a basement show riot., punk
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1/20/2026