Beefin’

Verse 1

He walks in loud like he owns the whole block,
Chest all puffed like a rooster on the clock.
Every word he drops is gasoline and sparks,
Picking fights in daylight, shadowboxing in the dark.

He’s got a temper made of cheap fireworks,
Goes off quick, then fizzles — yeah, that’s how he works.
Always talking tough like he’s ready for war,
But he’s tripped on his ego a thousand times before.

Chorus

He’s beefin’ — with the air, with the wall, with the mirror.
Beefin’ — every day the same tired theater.
Beefin’ — loud bark, no bite, no purpose.
Beefin’ — fool starts fights just to feel worth it.

Verse 2

He argues with the weather, curses at the rain,
Claims he’s “misunderstood,” but he’s just causing pain.
Every conversation turns into a match,
He lights the fuse, then runs from the blast.

He’s got a playlist full of grudges on repeat,
A highlight reel of losses he swears are “elite.”
Always pointing fingers, never looking inside,
He’s the king of conflict with nothing to hide.

Chorus

He’s beefin’ — with the air, with the wall, with the mirror.
Beefin’ — every day the same tired theater.
Beefin’ — loud bark, no bite, no purpose.
Beefin’ — fool starts fights just to feel worth it.

Bridge

He’ll argue with a stop sign, yell at a chair,
Pick a fight with silence just for being there.
He’s addicted to the drama, hooked on the noise,
A grown man throwing tantrums like broken toys.

Breakdown (shouted)

No chill.
No clue.
He’s beefin’ with the whole damn crew.
No peace.
No pause.
He’s fighting just to hide his flaws.

Final Chorus

He’s beefin’ — with the air, with the wall, with the mirror.
Beefin’ — every day the same tired theater.
Beefin’ — loud bark, no bite, no purpose.
Beefin’ — fool starts fights just to feel worth it.

Punk / Thrash