Bronce Shazer - Dad Strength (Music Video)

In a universe crawling with creatures, one man throws hands for humanity. Cryptic Crusher, Cosmic Contender. He sends them back tipped up, then he's tucking his kids at home. Step out the shuttle, Luke's hit gravel. Cryptid on the run, watch the footprints travel. He reads the claw marks like a case file sketch. Shadow in the trees, that's a payday fetch. Wedding ring gleam when his guard comes tight. Every combo he throws got his wife in sight. Wing Chun, son in the stance, gets sharp like steel. Little tiger at his side knows exactly what's real. Daughter in the lab, plants glow in the dark. She can stitch any wound, leave a floral mark. She folds tape and twirl with a dredge that snap. Origami guillotines in a shoebox snap. Mock Man, Swamp Thing. Teeth like glands, Bruntz breaks fangs. Then he dusts off his hands. Jot note in a journal like tags in the margin. Then it's boots in the minivan, late for the garden. Bront Shazer, swing first, ass later. Rat's leg, black belt. Heartburn eraser from the Backwoods Bar. The Galactic Dome, he's kicking ass. Nicking names, bringing monster tone. Bront Shazer, fist fly, brain's blazing. Street smart scholar with a stance so brazen. You summon peace from the void they fall. He sends them back, zipped up. Then he's tucking his kids in. Hail in bright lights, GFC tonight. Octagon ain't round, it's a starfield fight. Six-eyed slug throwing limbs like whips. Four-lunged dragon spitting flame from his ribs. Brontz wipes resin from his busted lip. Cracks neck once, then he flips that script. Feast about the lizard with the mirrored skin. Sees his own fear, stare back, then he still dives in. Clinch is a war god made of liquid chrome. Chokes it out till the ref beams, go home. Out goes feral tentacles, back glass. He just shrugs in the shower, got some weeds to trash. Boy smell blinking honey, grab some milk. He's slipping through a portal in a shredded ship. But the kid's got posters glued and drawn. Galaxy's greatest dad taped crooked on the lawn. Bront Shazer, swing first, ass later. Gas-linked black belt problem eraser from the Backwoods Bar. The Galactic Dome, he's kicking ass. Nicking names, bringing monster tone. Bront Shazer, fist fly, brain's blazing. Street smart scholar with a stance so brazen. You summon beasts from the void, they foam. He sends a bag zipped up, then he's tucking his kids at home. Knuckles scarred, hearts soft. He trade every star for his front yard moss. You want war? He'll bring lore and pain. Swing on a chimera, then he's watering the rain. Bront Shazer, swing first, ass later. Gas-linked black belt problem eraser from the Backwoods Bar. The Galactic Dome, he's kicking ass. Nicking names, bringing monster tone. Bront Shazer, fist fly, brain's blazing. Street smart scholar with a stance so brazen. You summon beasts from the void, they foam. He sends a bag zipped up, then he's tucking his kids at home.