ISSBROKIE’s SWAGGOT! (B SIDE) is set to bulldoze into 2026 on January 1 via her KARMAMØB collective, and “NYOTAIMORI!” kicks it off like a forbidden feast—sushi sprawled on bare skin, lean-laced raps spilling over, turning Japanese taboo into Oakland trap delirium.
This single, dropped December 19 as a taste of the chaos, is ISSBROKIE at her most unhinged: a two-minute blitz of scream-rap ferocity over snorkatje’s glitchy production, where booming 808s crash like waves on a human platter and hyperpop squeals twist into metal-edged hooks. It’s genre soup—trap metal meets cloud rap absurdity—with that chorus looping “Belly down, I’m eatin’ sushi off her back” like a mantra for excess.
Thematically, it’s all obsession and one-upmanship: flexing green-stuffed pockets, dunking on broke posers, and shrugging off clingy hookups with a chip on the shoulder. There’s a raw edge to the bravado, too—echoes of fake fronts and void-tweeting haters—making it feel like a middle finger to the industry’s cookie-cutter shine, wrapped in cultural kink that’s equal parts provocative and playful. Fans went feral on TikTok right after the drop, stitching animation memes of the title’s nyotaimori nod, while her X feed lit up with “this the starter pack for 2026” vibes.
SWAGGOT! (B SIDE) picks up where her ’25 run left off, a 20-track victory lap on swagger and survival that flips the A-side’s polish for rawer, B-side grit. Think intros like “DINNER!” setting the table, bangers such as “Y’ALL DON’T KNOW MA BODY!” and “SHE3IT!” with producers like wtfbennie and jackwya layering in those warped, collaborative sparks. It’s her ode to the hustle—stacking dough from Mexico packs to Reddit presets—without a neat bow, clocking around 35 minutes of non-stop energy that screams underground takeover. No massive features teased yet, but expect KARMAMØB fam cameos keeping it family-tight.
At 20, ISSBROKIE—Steph Monroe, Oakland’s scream-rap prodigy— is owning her lane like the queen she is, fresh off BOMINATION! and SWAGGOT! proper blowing up SoundCloud last fall. From ’18 bedroom cyphers to founding KARMAMØB post-House Cat days, she’s evolved that hyperpop snarl into a full sonic assault, trading teen angst for this bold, body-positive flex. It’s her saying the underground’s hers now, one viral “doonies to my raps” line at a time, with festival whispers already buzzing for spring ’26.
Dive into the NYOTAIMORI! lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other SWAGGOT! (B SIDE) tracks for more of ISSBROKIE’s chaotic trap-metal vibes.
Lyrics of TRISH! by ISSBROKIE
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Belly Down, I’m Eatin’ Sushi Off Her Back
She Obsessed Wit’ Me, Want Me To Beat Her Doonies To My Raps
Bitch, I Keep Going, Get ’em Gone, We Get ’em Lapped
Pour-pour— Pour Up Silly Juice And Now My Soda Flat (Reload)
Yeah, This Choppa Took Him Out His Kicks, Make Him Splash
Need, Like, Three Stat, Oz Got Me Leanin’ Off The Pack (Dam-dammit)
Bitches Always Talk On Brokie For A Clap
Y’all Be Tweetin’ To The Void, Nobody Hatin’ On You Back (Yeah, Yeah)
[Verse 1]
She Was Tryna F**k On Me, I Already Know
Plenty Fold, Brokie Pocket Lookin’ Just Like Yellowstone
Green Inside The Purse, I’m Smokin’ On Them Yellow Stones
Geeked Up Off That ‘xotic In The Corner, Golden Freddy Pose
Brodie-brodie Talkin’ ’bout My Music, But I Bet He Broke
Don’t Know How To Mix, Copped A Preset With Some Reddit Votes
Steady Flow, Money Stackin’ Up, I’m Rackin’ Hella Dough
Medical Pack Came From Mexico, You Bet It Go
[Verse 2]
I Put The Blunt Down (Oh Yeah)
She Gettin’ Shut Down (Oh Yeah)
She Wanna Stay The Night, I Told Her, “Take The Bus Now”
I Hear Her Boyfriend Buff, I Hope That Ho Can Duck Rounds
(What Do You Mean I Gotta Leave?)
Dumb Lil’— Dumb Lil’ Bitch, That Mean It’s Over-er
She Left Her Anklet At My Crib, I Snapped Her Choker
I Left A Chip Up On Her Shoulder, Ain’t No Poker
Get Turned To A Doner If You Talkin’ Like A Poser
Lil’ Bitch, I Keep That Blower
[Chorus]
Belly Down, I’m Eatin’ Sushi Off Her Back
She Obsessed Wit’ Me, Want Me To Beat Her Doonies To My Raps
Bitch, I Keep Going, Get ’em Gone, We Get ’em Lapped
Pour-pour— Pour Up Silly Juice And Now My Soda Flat (Reload)
Yeah, This Choppa Took Him Out His Kicks, Make Him Splat
Need, Like, Three Stat, Oz Got Me Leanin’ Off The Pack (Dam-dammit)
Bitches Always Talk On Brokie For A Clap
Y’all Be Tweetin’ To The Void, Nobody Hatin’ On You Back (Yeah, Yeah)
[Outro]
All Your Shit Is Fake
Fake, Fake, Fake (Belly Down, I’m Eatin’ Sushi Off Her Back)
(She Obsessed Wit’ Me, Want Me To Beat Her Doonies To My Raps)
(Bitch, I Keep Going, Get ’em Gone, We Get ’em Lapped)
(Pour-pour— Pour Up Silly Juice And Now My Soda Flat; Reload)
(Yeah, This Choppa Took Him Out His Kicks, Make Him Splat)
(Need, Like, Three Stat, Oz Got Me Leanin’ Off The Pack; Dam-dammit)
(Bitches Always Talk On Brokie For A Clap)
(Y’all Be Tweetin’ To The Void, Nobody Hatin’ On You Back)
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