Break My Teeth On It

[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

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