[intro – atmospheric pad, distant alien voice] Show me what you got… Giant heads fill the sky, judgment drops. [verse 1 – screamed, syncopated rhythm] Cities burn in ultraviolet light, Stage lights of the gods ignite. Earth on its knees, no second shot, Sing or die — show me what you got! [pre-chorus – clean vocals, rising tension] Morty’s frozen, Beth’s in shock, Rick plugs in, tunes the rock. [chorus – screamed, full band hit] Get Schwifty! Drop it hard! The end’s a show, we play our part. Get Schwifty! Kneel or rot! Sing for your life — show me what you got! [verse 2 – screamed, pounding rhythm] Religion reborn from satellite feed, Faith through rhythm, riffs through greed. Crowds chant blind, planets spin hot, Cosmic judges crave the spot. [breakdown – low growls, heavy chugs] Giant heads, blood moon glare, Sound waves shred the ozone air! Plug the cable, melt the lot, This is judgment — show me what you got! [final chorus – screamed + clean layered] Get Schwifty! Drop it hard! The end’s a show, we play our part. Get Schwifty! Kneel or rot! Sing for your life — show me what you got! [outro – spoken, filtered voice fading to static] “Show me what you got…” (echo repeats, decays)
