[Intro] (whisper, dry, almost in the mic grill) Short file. Loud file. Night in a fist. [Verse 1] Distorted 808 chewing through the floor I don’t talk pretty, I talk more Hats like sparks, lead like a siren sick I throw the bar like I don’t need a mix Leave the edges rough Don’t clean it up I came here messy That’s the test [Pre] (almost no words — missing kick, then one hit) How’d you make it? … Why’d you make it? [Chorus] Messy On purpose Night in a fist Crowd eat the rest Messy On purpose [Verse 2] Clip don’t jump, record don’t exist I break the pretty with a broken wrist Pressure in the cable, flash in the lens Whole room shake, then I take it back again No polish All pressure Make it loud Make it wrong [Bridge] (808 + vocal only) How’d you make it? Messy. Why’d you make it? On purpose. [Final drop] (crowd in the hook) MESSY ON PURPOSE Night in a fist Don’t clean it up Crowd eat the rest MESSY ON PURPOSE [hard stop] [silence] [one kick]
