Lyrics
[BPM: 140-150] [Trap, Hip-Hop, Introspective]
[Intro] ☕
(Whispered, close-mic)
"I don't need your help or anything, you goddamn dyke!"
[Verse 1 - Spoken/Lyrical] ☕
(Conversational, defiant but measured, ~100 BPM feel)
I got called a dyke.
It's just a word—
I'm proud to be lesbian.
You're not ashamed of who you are.
People have their own beliefs.
He's severely mentally ill.
It's just an insult.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me.
[Pre-Chorus Build] 🔥
(Tempo rises, intensity builds, tension)
But—
[Chorus / Rapid Fire Section] 🔥🔥🔥
(MACHINE-GUN DELIVERY. Fast, clipped, relentless. 140+ BPM.)
(Tight, breathless phrasing. No air between lines.)
But she got called a dyke—
Wedding cake elsewhere.
But she got called a dyke—
Fired from her job.
But she got called a dyke—
Dishonorably discharged from the military.
But she got called a dyke—
Kicked out of her home.
But she got called a dyke—
Lost all support, shunned from her community.
But she got called a dyke—
And she got raped to prove it.
But she got called a dyke—
Thrown into jail.
But she got called a dyke—
Her kids taken away.
But she got called a dyke—
And she got jumped for it.
But she got called a dyke—
Lost her life for it.
But she got called a dyke—
Burnt at the stake.
[Bridge - Ritardando] 😢
(SLOW DOWN. Drop tempo to ~90 BPM. Emotional pivot.)
(Vulnerable delivery, space between words.)
My grandmother was called a dirty dyke to her children
For not loving her husband anymore.
[Verse 2 - Resolution] 😢
(Introspective, slower, ~90-100 BPM)
I got called a dyke.
And it was not to insult me.
It was echoes of the violence
Of the women before me.
It was a threat to put me back.
I got called a dyke,
And it only made me a stronger dyke.
Words don't hurt me,
But violence can.
[Outro - Vulnerability] 😭
(Stripped back. Almost conversational whisper.)
(Minimal beat. Space and silence matter.)
I got called a dyke.
It was serious.
It is serious.
I got called a dyke.
I am scared.
[Fade Out]
(Echo on final line. Fade to silence.)
