Give Me a Punch
The track opens with aggressive Memphis phonk kicks, distorted 808s, and textured crackling, overlaid with rapid trap hi-hats. Glitchy sighs, metallic hits, and pulsing synth bass weave with raw indie guitars. Verses stay sparse with icy synth ambience and deep male vocals. In the chorus, airy harmonies soar, BPMs twist, and horrorcore, UK drill rhythms, dense electronic pulses, and sensual grooves collide, fusing genres into a seamless, intense sonic journey.
Give Me a Punch
The track opens with aggressive Memphis phonk kicks, distorted 808s, and textured crackling, overlaid with rapid trap hi-hats. Glitchy sighs, metallic hits, and pulsing synth bass weave with raw indie guitars. Verses stay sparse with icy synth ambience and deep male vocals. In the chorus, airy harmonies soar, BPMs twist, and horrorcore, UK drill rhythms, dense electronic pulses, and sensual grooves collide, fusing genres into a seamless, intense sonic journey.
Lyrics
brakecore intro instrumental
Chorus1] [creepy whisper
My stomach is thick
Give me a punch in the gut
You hit me like a woman
I'm eating young people, by the way
"HYYYH"
A call to the sky
On the phone: "Temporarily...NO ONE"
My kids are drain cleaners
"Right now" they're on their lunch break...
My stomach is thick
Give me a punch in the gut
And that's a punch?!
I REMIXED YOUR..."poem".
"HYYYH"
"Songs aren't a sham, they're just EASY~"
I drank a screwdriver and twisted my life (YEE-Ha~!)
Treat me to trouble - otherwise I'll have food problems!
I only vomit in my lyrics...
Bitches can't figure it out - like Noah.
drop instrumental
Verse 1
I can't let them go without a treat this evening,
Cargo eight hundred and eight and the care - to keep their thighs moist.
Let there always be bread, even without sausage,
They are as happy as children...my white MASS!!!
'Cause I'll get up again - having fucked five minutes ago,
The shadows under my eyes are not makeup - BUT BAF!!!
What they wanted - that's what they shat out -
And not only in your dreams!!!
Agli cycles the beat so fast - HE HAS HOLES IN HIS PANTS!!!
My life is a test of nerve cells,
People are damned animals without cages,
I am their food - they'll swallow me up to the elbows,
Feeding "without hands" - I wouldn't advise trying.
What are the terms of my contract?!
Press everyone along the corner without regret, SO! -
What are just fragments of memories
While I sit here and the fish are sucking on the bait (OOOH!)
Wistfully looking into the distance
When Mom asked: "Who am I in the end..." - I BECAME!!!
And without hearing her, I
JUMPED out the window at full speed
RIGHT INTO THE FANS' HANDS,
A TON OF LIQUID SHIT!!!
Pre-Chorus
My brainchild is bad...
They want to go to a trap house...
I pissed myself
"Is that something on gold?!"
Chorus 2] [aggressive
My stomach is thick
Give me a punch in the gut
You hit me like a woman
I'm eating young people, by the way
"HYYYH"
A call to the skies
"Temporarily...NO ONE" on the line
My kids are drain cleaners
"Right now" they're on their lunch break...
My stomach is thick
Give me a punch in the gut
And that's a punch?!
I REMIXED YOUR..."poem".
"HYYYH"
"Songs aren't fucking around, they're like - YZZY~"
I drank a screwdriver and twisted my life (YEE-Ha~!)
Treat me to trouble - otherwise I'll have problems with food!
I only vomit in my lyrics...
Bitches can't figure it out - like Noah.
drop instrumental
Verse 2
I'm spinning the credits -
Like holy hoops,
My helmet glitters in the sun...
Take a picture, you nerds!~
"HYYH"
Who thought
That I'm fooling around?
They say it so quietly.
That the fool here is too loud, that in one word, it's a fuck.
"YYYYYHAAAAAAA~!!!"
I pale in comparison to the others, because darkness is relevant.
The one I tagged spins like a pole.
I'll knock them down.
As if I'd cast a spell.
Remember how I learned fractions?!...
I FUCKED THEM TOO!!!
*gunshot* *gunshot* *gunshot*
*gunshot*
*gunshot*
*gunshot*
Final chorus] [psycho
My belly is tight
Give me a punch in the gut
You hit me like a woman
I'm eating young people by the way
"HYYYH"
A ringing voice
On the phone: "Temporarily...NO ONE"
My children are drain cleaners
"Right now" they're on lunch break...
slow outro instrumental
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