# LYRICS BOX ## Cuss Words **[Cold Open – Corridos Tumbados fused with Hardcore Hip-Hop, swaggering groove, sparse guitar, deep bass, dry vocal that accelerates without warning]** The first thing they ever washed outta my mouth... Was the truth. Funny... The cuss words survived. --- **[Verse 1 – Corridos Tumbados + Noise Rock, jagged rhythm, distorted guitars, tight low-end, relentless technical delivery]** I'm a foul-mouthed fossil with a fucked-up vocabulary, Too damn loud for your little internet sanctuary. You censor syllables, I sentence whole cemeteries, Your hot takes expire quicker than convenience-store dairy. Quit acting holier than hell, that shit's hilarious, You preach "be kind" while your comments turn nefarious. Every damn profile's a digitally airbrushed fairy tale, Built on bullshit, filters, ego, and a fairy's tail. Fuck your fake outrage. Fuck your fake grace. Fuck that fake smile Stapled onto your face. You ain't offended— You're just bored as shit. So you manufacture drama, Then record the shit. --- **[Mini Hook – Corridos Tumbados + Southern Trap bounce, layered vocals, sharp rhythmic stop]** Every cuss word Earned its place. Every scar Still shows its face. If truth sounds ugly... Maybe that's your fucking problem. --- **[Verse 2 – Corridos Tumbados + Mathcore rhythmic shifts, stop-start groove, rapid vocal changes]** Goddamn... Everybody's got a microphone now. No backbone, No backbone somehow. Typing like a titan, Walking like a tadpole. Internet assassin With a customer-service asshole. Hell, I'd trust a drunk raccoon To run a courtroom. More than half the loudmouths Posting from their bedrooms. They scream, "Respect me!" Then disrespect everybody else. Buy another ring light, Maybe that'll fucking help. You're polishing opinions Like they're family heirlooms, Meanwhile common sense Got evicted from the living room. --- **[Chaos Break – Full genre fusion, crushing distortion, gang shouts, guttural accents, rhythmic collapse]** FUCK! SHIT! HELL! DAMN! THAT AIN'T THE PROBLEM! THE PROBLEM'S... EVERYBODY LYING WITH A FUCKING STRAIGHT FACE! **RRRAAAHHH!** --- **[Verse 3 – Maximum lyrical density, rapid multisyllabic flow, precision delivery, constant momentum]** Profanity's my punctuation, Not my education. Conversation detonations Shaking every expectation. Motherfucker, I can make a comma Sound confrontational. Turn a simple "damn" Into a standing ovation. I don't cuss 'cause I'm empty. I cuss 'cause the language Needs heavier machinery. When bullshit stacks higher Than the goddamn ceiling, A polite little whisper Ain't fixing the building. So fuck the pretending. Fuck all the posing. Fuck every mask That y'all keep composing. I'd rather get hated For every word I meant Than get celebrated For some fake-ass sentiment. --- **[Fake Ending – Everything drops to Corridos Tumbados roots, stripped guitar, quiet vocal, long pause]** ... Maybe... I should watch my mouth. ... Nah. --- **[Final Hook – Corridos Tumbados + Hardcore Hip-Hop + Noise Rock, biggest arrangement, layered vocals, triumphant release]** These ain't cuss words... They're warning labels. These ain't cheap shots... They're busted tables. If the truth drops F-bombs, So fucking be it. I'd rather say it loud... Than choke trying to keep it. You can wash my mouth... You can't bleach my mind. --- **[One-Line Exit – Lone guitar, dead silence after the last line, dry grin in the vocal]** Now quit bitching about the words... And start listening to the sentence.
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