Fash Back, Flat Fesh

high-energy hardcore punk, riot-grrrl attitude, 185 BPM, fast d-beat drums, overdriven bass guitar, dense distorted power-chord guitars, feedback squeals, abrupt stop-start hits, gang-shouted chorus, raw shouted female lead vocal, double-tracked refrains, explosive live-room production, clipped aggressive mix, hard final stop

V6-MINI

[Intro] One, two, three, four! [Verse 1] I posted my fat black back flesh on the feed Fat black back bouncing in the bathroom light You came with a badge for the body you see So I turned that badge into a warning sign [Chorus] Don’t police my fat black back flesh Get your hands off what you can’t possess Fash back, flat fesh You twist the truth and call it righteousness Fash back, flat fesh Your little rulebook’s ripping at the edge [Verse 2] You type your verdict with a trembling thumb Measuring a life by the shape of someone But I’m not your lesson, your joke, or your test I’m a full-volume body taking up space [Bridge] Don’t flatten my flesh, don’t shame the back Black fat, fat black, throw the label back You flip every fact for a piece of the clout I name what you’re doing and I shout you out [Chorus] Don’t police my fat black back flesh Get your hands off what you can’t possess Fash back, flat fesh You twist the truth and call it righteousness Fash back, flat fesh Your little rulebook’s ripping at the edge [Outro] Back off! Back off! Back off!

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