[Verse] Nails and boards, splintered pride, Built it up with my own wild stride. Every crack, every dent, Knuckles raw, no time to relent. [Pre-Chorus] Scream it loud, this patchwork fight, Made from scraps, but feels so right. [Chorus] Ramp it up, tear it down, King of the junkyard, queen of this town. Stuck in the grind, never backin’ out— Built from grit, built from shout! [Verse] Edges rough, heart of steel, Punk rock soul, and iron will. Skate the chaos, own the mess, Built this throne from the stress. [Pre-Chorus] Scream it loud, this patchwork fight, Made from scraps, but feels so right. [Chorus] Ramp it up, tear it down, King of the junkyard, queen of this town. Stuck in the grind, never backin’ out— Built from grit, built from shout! [Bridge] Crash and burn, then rise again, This ramp’s my rebel, and I’m the pain. No silver spoon, just blood and bone, In this scrap kingdom, I skate alone! [Chorus] Ramp it up, tear it down, King of the junkyard, queen of this town. Stuck in the grind, never backin’ out— Built from grit, built from shout! [Outro] Built from grit, built from shout! Ramp it up—never bow out!