[Intro, Slam Build] Static in my veins, lights flicker in the void, Basement shakes, I’m born from the noise. No friends, no fear, just hunger and tone, Say my name once—now choke on the throne. [Verse 1, Deathcore] Came up feral, teeth in the dark, Small-town hell left a permanent mark. Eyes like razors, knuckles like stone, I don’t knock twice—I claim what I own. Shadow of Hawkins, flipped upside down, I don’t need a crew, I ghost the whole town. You play brave, but you’re already done, Square up, tough guy — SUCK MY FAT ONE!!! [Pre-Chorus, Grind Burst] Back off, break necks, I don’t bluff, Every word you spit ain’t hard enough. Step in my lane, feel the pressure run, Heart rate zero when the damage is done. [Chorus, Beatdown] I’m the apex, teeth bared, no leash, Alpha in the pit, concrete feast. Bow or break, yeah, pick one, King of the floor—**suck my fat one**. No crown needed, I take it by force, You’re a footnote lost off my course. [Verse 2, Deathcore Gallop] Born in the static, raised by the fright, Upside Down grin in the dead of night. Call me a problem, call me insane, I turn your backbone into a chain. Posters on walls, fists in the air, I don’t need heroes, I don’t play fair. You talk big online, frontin’ for fun, Offline you freeze—**suck my fat one**. [Breakdown, Full Stop Beatdown] BLEAH!!! KNUCKLES!!! CONCRETE!!! TEETH!!! THRONE!!! BREATHE IN FEAR!!! And...SUCK MY FAT ONE!!! [Chorus, Beatdown Half-Time] I’m the apex, teeth bared, no leash, Alpha in the pit, concrete feast. Bow or break, yeah, pick one, King of the floor—**suck my fat one**. [Bridge, Grindcore Chaos] Thirty seconds of hate, no relief, Blast beats carve out disbelief. You blink once, that’s all I need, Predator smile, instinct leads. [Final Breakdown, Ultimate Beatdown] You don’t want war, you don’t want none, This ain’t a flex—it’s a loaded gun. No legends here, just blood and tone, I stand alone, flesh and bone. Last words choked as the lights go numb, Say it with me — SUCK MY FAT ONE!!! [Outro, Doom Fade] Feedback screams as the ceiling’s torn, Alpha still standing, bruised but sworn. Fade to black, job well done, Silence bows — SUCK MY FAT ONE!!!

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