

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse] Big mouth lady, barking like a Doberman, Telling us “hurry up,” cracking her podium. We the movers, delivering pain like the Trojans, She don’t know the wrath when the sofa gets broken. [Chorus] We gonna F this house up, leave it in the dust, Stress off my chest and her trust gets crushed. Coffee table in pieces, she been too abrupt, We the wrecking crew, and her mood combusts. [Verse 2] Chandelier swangin’, oops, now it’s crashin’, Her vase hit the floor, it was bound for some smashin’. Boxes ripped, yeah, her problems unpackin’, She hired a storm just to watch the backlashin’. [Chorus] We gonna F this house up, stomp it through the halls, Doors unhinged, dropped her mirror on the walls. Broken china sangin' sad soprano calls, Boss of destruction while karma makes the calls. [Bridge] Dining set bustin’, it's down for the count, These Gucci chairs couldn't handle the bounce. Hide your heirlooms, they ain’t safe in the drought, Cuz bad vibes spark movers to wild out. [Verse 3] Remote control sofa, we switched it to recline, Now it don’t move ‘cause the cord we decline. Curtains ripped down, blame it all on “the time,” She bark at us, but she paid for the crime. [Verse 4] TV fell flat, guess it needed a nap, Told her “fragile” but we laughed at the wrap. She wanted fast work? Now she’s stuck in the trap, Of broken dreams and a three-legged lamp. Chorus We gonna F this house up, call it abstract art, Every scuff mark’s got a piece of our heart. You bring the attitude, we’ll bring the cart— Full of destruction, rollin’ out like a dart. [Verse 5] Bookshelf tippin’, guess knowledge took flight, That novel she loved? Now it’s split in a fight. Ceiling fan wobblin’ like it’s scared of the light, We the chaos crew, movin’ wrong to make it right. [Verse 6] Fridge got a dent, now her snacks feel the heat, Ice cream meltin’ while we dance to the beat. She screamed “what happened?” — we just repeat: “You get what you get when you bring that deceit.” [Bridge 2] She called us the help, now we helpin’ her stress, Turned her four-bed palace to a certified mess. Talk slick again? We’ll double the finesse— Movin’ with a grudge and a barcode vest. [Chorus – Final] We gonna F this house up, call it abstract art, Every scuff mark’s got a piece of our heart. You bring the attitude, we’ll bring the cart— Full of destruction, rollin’ out like a dart.
Tags
heavy beats, rap, aggressive rhythm, 90s rap style, male vocals
5:59
No
4/18/2025