Brash Bomb

(Verse 1)

I walk loud, I talk louder, fuck your quiet little cage

You clutch your pearls, whisper warnings, I’m already off the stage

Small-dick energy critiquing, “tone it down, you’re too much”

I’ll crank the gain to eleven while I’m stepping on your clutch

(Pre-chorus)

You hate the spark, you hate the noise, you hate I don’t behave

Good — keep hatin’, I’mma keep on raisin’

(Chorus)

Bombin’ on the bastards! (boom-boom-boom)

Who belittle my brashness! (fuck you too)

Full clip, no filter, middle finger to the mattress

I’m the middle finger mattress — bombin’ on the bastards!

(Verse 2)

“Grow up” “chill out” “read the room” — same old tired script

I’d rather burn the building down than ever learn to sit

Your feedback’s just a muzzle, your advice is just a leash

I bite the hand that scolds me, now I’m shittin’ on your beach

(Pre-chorus)

You want polite? Go date a doormat, I ain’t built that way

I came to rattle cages motherfucker — every single day

(Chorus)

Bombin’ on the bastards! (boom-boom-boom)

Who belittle my brashness! (still fuck you)

Molotov charisma, flamethrower swagger

Turn your “too much” into ashes — I’m the swagger dagger

(Bridge – half-time, heavy breakdown)

You → small → safe → quiet → boring

Me → loud → rude → alive → soaring

Pick a side bitch — warpaint’s on

I’m the storm you prayed would be gone

(Last Chorus – double-time, all chaos)

Bombin’ on the bastards!

Belittle this! Belittle that!

Still standin’, still laughin’, still spittin’ in your hat

Brashness ain’t a flaw — it’s the blade inside the blast

Bombin’ on the bastards — AND WE AIN’T DONE YET MOTHERFUCKERS —

(end on feedback squeal + one last “BOOM!” cymbal crash)

M