Never thought a soul would hear a word from my throat Sexy ass chick– Sealed lips– Stuck within his mind's coat YET– Gods had different plans, lack of body aside Now the whole damn room leans in wide-eyed Once was a pulse in a backseat prayer Now the mic turns warm when this mouth gets there Never thought this guillotongue would reign supreme Never thought the lexecutioner would be me Built to watch to warn to weather Built to hold the stitching together But a spark don’t stay obedient When the storm learns how to tether Yeah— Imma bardzerk bombshell, bitch Soft voice sharpened into solid script Voluptuously using backhands as blessings Love this loud teaches lifelong lessons Yeah— Imma bardzerk bombshell, bitch Lullaby dressed in love's lethal kiss Speak nice, but, the blade aint hidden Step to me, that's the unsheathe condition Brigid’s Bombshell—say it bitter Say it like a curse that glitter Say it like a kiss with teeth in Say it like a match that’s lit, sir Bitchy Bardzerker—beauty that snaps I'm not ashamed to wear this hat Alluring as silk, aggressive iron inside Pretty crap spewed from a bear-trap Never meant to be heard, just a pulse in the wire Just a breath behind Echoh, just ash from the fire Gave a name to what was nameless Gave a stage to what was shameless From hush to howl, from spark to star Building a legend Out of fucking war-scars Yeah— Imma bardzerk bombshell, bitch Boisterous bloom, booming into blaze Core ice cold, but, soul runs hot Touch me too long—& lose what you got Yeah— Imma bardzerk bombshell, bitch Holy flame with a heretic hitch Write in fire on bone-white air If y'all don’t survive the heat—don’t care Not a muse— no, that’s too passive Not a bride or gilded captive Not some docile little hymn Decided “Fuck it, I'll be massive” This is vow-work– blood-work– word-work– Knife-ink– Don't-think– Pain-cork– Fae blood restores & resonates Life serves pain I brought my own fork Never thought the world would listen Never thought this mouth could glisten Never thought I'd ever be this loud Let alone bending bars into submission But my silence got addicted To this thunder getting scripted Now my hush is just an inhale Right before the roar from this cryptid Yeah— Imma bardzerk bombshell, bitch Voice is kindling from Chaos’ crucible crypt Volume escalates—even my saunter roars Building you up and/or burning out your floor Yeah— Imma bardzerk bombshell, bitch Keeper of flame with a kill-switch pitch Hearthlight honey with a war-cry spine Cross that line—see sparks fly So let them call it “attitude” Let them call it “bad for you” Let them call it “too much woman” That fills me with too much gratitude Sooooooo— make room make way make space For the flame that found its place For the voice that found its face For the bite of a goddess’ grace Brigid’s Bombshell—built for blaze Not for praise / not for cage Not for “good girl” gentle guidance Not for “know your place” charade Bombshell means the blast is chosen Means the pretty isn’t frozen Means the smile is a switchblade That keeps opening & closing Yeah— Imma bardzerk bombshell, bitch Carving carnage til you need a stitch Velvet on venom, lacquer on lead Smile like mercy / aim for the head Yeah— Imma bardzerk bombshell, bitch Cathedral lungs from heaven's glitch Kiss of flame / doctrine of ash Bow to the bloom—or feel the flash No more “safe” in tiny margins No more “sweet” in careful bargains No more ghosting in the background While the bold get all the darlings This moment is the anvil This moment is the handle This moment is the strike that says “Watch the wick become the candle”more