Battle of the Lunchbox

Lyrics

[Verse]
Goth kid swiped my grub, had to teach a lesson cruel,
Turned his mama into juice, yeah that crimson fuel,
Quincy nabbed his uncle, sayin' "he's the pharaoh,"
Me and Quincy fist bumped, left his granddad in the marrow.

[Verse 2]
Lunchbox warfare, playground turned to warzone,
Tapped into the wild side, hearts made of cold stone,
Unplugged old pops, sayin' "life support be gone,"
No remorse, just rhythm, we the kings of the street pawn.

[Bridge]
Dark kid’s eyes, shadows like a raven’s flight,
We snatched back what’s ours, turned noon to night,
Quincy got that look, plotting with a grin,
In this jungle, only cruel-hearted kids win.

[Chorus]
Battle of the lunchbox, chaos on the floor,
Me and Quincy takin’ names, hear the lion’s roar,
Plugged out the weak, survival of the fittest,
Dark shadows movin', we relentless with the quickness.

[Verse 3]
Back on the block, whispers of our fierce fame,
Lunch raids on the daily, every face the same,
Dark goth kid a memory, his reign dissolved in blood,
Quincy by my side, we the bosses of the mud.

[Verse 4]
Connections like a spider web, weaving through the chaos,
Verses filled with raw truth, cuttin’ through the layers,
No mother, no grandpops, everything’s fair game,
Rule with iron fists, live by the blade, no shame.