🔧 “Roxxie’s Ironfist” (Garage-punk, 155 BPM. Drums mimic locker slams and engine stutters. Guitar tone: fuzzed-out, like a speaker torn mid-solo.) [Verse 1] I ride with gum on my boots and blood on my grin Motorcade stitched from the kids who never fit in No chrome, just rust and denim rites We roll like rumors through busted streetlights [Pre-Chorus] No leader, no map, just Roxxie’s glare She spits the anthem, we breathe her dare No flag, no fame, just duct-taped pride We’re the echo she won’t let hide [Chorus] Roxxie’s ironfist, hallway-born Every slam a vow, every tire torn We don’t brake—we break the frame They tried to tame her—we ride in flame [Verse 2] Her fists are sirens, her boots are lore She paints rebellion on every floor We’re not a crew—we’re her myth in motion Fueled by spit, sweat, and raw devotion [Bridge – half-time, whispered distortion] She doesn’t lead—she detonates We follow the wreckage she creates [Final Chorus] Roxxie’s ironfist, bruised and loud Every mile a scar, every shout unbowed We don’t brake—we break the frame They tried to name her—we ride in flame
