Id:

552891a2e4304d7e348ee5c02501898e493388ade6d551c4fb11e57857c99f50

Prompt:

Make a song in the style of Mikey Rotten. 160 bpm. Dark trap. Hardcore punk rap. Lyrics are about degeneracy. It's a white boy from Indianapolis. He got it from the streets. He's real gutterall.

Image:

Description:

The image features a young man wearing a hoodie with the words "Purple Boys Club" written on it. He is standing in front of a dark, possibly futuristic backdrop. The man appears to be the main focus of the image, with his expression and posture conveying a sense of rebellion and defiance. The overall atmosphere of the image is edgy and intense, reflecting the lyrics and style of the song it represents.

Songs:

Lyrics:

Title: Gutter Gospel
Tags: Dark Trap, Hardcore Punk Rap, Aggressive, Distorted

[Intro]
White noise in my brain, born from rust and rot
Indianapolis veins, where the cold don't stop

[Verse 1]
White boy stray, baptized in the alley flames
Purple hoodie, blood-stained, never played them games
Raised by the streetlights, cracked pipe lullabies
Dead-eyed prophets preach truth behind the lies

[Chorus]
I'm the gutter gospel, dirty sermon flowin'
Broke every rule, yeah, and kept on goin'
No silver spoon, just spoons in the kitchen
Cut with the pain, now the whole block listenin'

[Verse 2]
Degenerate soul with a hardcore heart
Heartless with the art, this decay is my spark
Rats in the cellar, but I’m louder than the storm
Raised by chaos, in that chaos I was born

[Pre-Chorus]
You talk real tough, but your hands don’t scar
Mine tell stories, like tracks on a car

[Chorus]
I'm the gutter gospel, dirty sermon flowin'
Broke every rule, yeah, and kept on goin'
No silver spoon, just spoons in the kitchen
Cut with the pain, now the whole block listenin'

[Bridge]
No love, no peace, just rage in my teeth
Spit hell from the mic like I’m breathing the streets

[Outro]
Yeah, I’m the sound that decay made divine
White trash sermon in a corrupted shrine

[End]