Wof Wof
[Brackets]: Use these tags (like [Verse], [Chorus], [Aggressive Vocals]) to tell the AI how to shift the mood. Wof wof: I left these in the text because Suno will likely interpret them as rhythmic ad-libs or percussive sounds if the style is set to "Rap". Capitalization: Suno sometimes gives more "weight" or "shouting" energy to words in ALL CAPS if you want to emphasize the anger.Style of Music: Dark Arabic Drill, Aggressive Rap, Heavy Bass, Cinematic Intro, Gritty Vocals, 140 BPM, Male Vocals. MOS
Wof Wof
[Brackets]: Use these tags (like [Verse], [Chorus], [Aggressive Vocals]) to tell the AI how to shift the mood. Wof wof: I left these in the text because Suno will likely interpret them as rhythmic ad-libs or percussive sounds if the style is set to "Rap". Capitalization: Suno sometimes gives more "weight" or "shouting" energy to words in ALL CAPS if you want to emphasize the anger.Style of Music: Dark Arabic Drill, Aggressive Rap, Heavy Bass, Cinematic Intro, Gritty Vocals, 140 BPM, Male Vocals. MOS
Lyrics
Wof, wof...
Wof, wof...
Verse 1
The dogs howl in fear, wof, wof, the moment you arrive.
They envy you, they crowd you, they mock you.
Terrified of your shadow, paralyzed by your soul.
The dogs bark when you leave, snap when you appear.
Wof, wof.
Your presence rattles them; they try to step up,
But they frozen in place. Wof, wof.
Chorus
Ring the bell—call the fire brigade!
Their hearts are scorched by the flames of hate.
Don't give 'em your time, they lost their balance,
Envy is a weight, crushing their talents.
Peace and silence? They don’t know the feel,
Since you stepped in and made it real.
Verse 2
The room goes silent when you pass the door,
Then they swarm like locusts, hungry for more.
Whispering in the dark, judging what they don’t know,
Wearing masks of love just to put on a show.
They’re frauds, they’re fakes, don’t trust the play,
Wof, wof. Keep 'em at bay.
Bridge
(Clock ticking sound)
Time keeps spinning, hands sting like a scorpion,
Watch for the venom, the sting of the champion.
They’re flatterers, strays, chasing the pay,
From one master to another, they sell their souls away.
When they smell the money, they turn into vipers,
Waiting in the grass, cold-blooded snipers.
Outro
Wof, wof.
Buy a heavy chain, leash these strays.
Stop the betrayal, end the charades.
(Heavy bass fades)
(Sound of a chain rattling)
Wof...