Brass Knuckle Sandwiches

Track 6: Brass Knuckle Sandwiches
Album: Quantum Skank Theory
Lyrics, prompts, and imagery by Grok
Composed and performed by Suno
Summoned by Kezorg

Lyrics
Sttep to the pit with that dead-eyed stare
talkin’ all that noise like i’m supposed to care
i got sixteen bars and a baritone bone
one wrong word and your feelings get tromboned
you brought the drama, i brought the brass
slide to the face, low-end heart attack
no therapy session, no talking it out
just knuckles of horn and a gutter-punk shout
drop the attitude or drop to the floor
this ain’t debate club, this is brass knuckle war

negative creep with a cloud full of rain
spittin’ venom like it’s ever gonna change a thing
i catch every syllable, pitch it down low
feed it to the bari sax, watch the venom explode
your ego’s a pinata, my horn’s the bat
one swing, confetti of feelings go splat
you wanted smoke, here’s a wall of hot air
trumpet to the temple, that’s self-care
keep runnin’ your mouth, i keep runnin’ the riff
by the end of this solo you’ll beg for the bridge

last chance, kid, pack up the hate
or meet the low brass at the pearly gate
trombone gliss to the chin like a right hook swing
leave your bad day ringing in seven-part harmony
i don’t fight fair when the vibe’s getting killed
i fight with a horn section, fully drilled
so either pick it up or get picked apart
brass knuckle sandwiches straight to the heart