Letras
Goth Bunny hopping at you
Yeah
Hate lies never truth when it's televised
Fake news gettin' faker as they tellin' lies
Pretty faces, fake boobs, y'all mesmerized
Fake history in school being memorized
Bring the storm front straight from the Midwest
Lightning, thunder, flood of rain, big mess
Twist up like tornadoes till I'm blowin' in the wind, yes
Go tell Nicki she can sign me for some big checks
Just another ghost with a pen like a poltergeist
Married to the truth and I really got him throwin' rice
Cheaper to die when the cost of livin' overpriced
Crashin' on the rocks, Poor Me like over ice
Need no chorus or a choir or a loop to catch fire
Just another witch steady burnin' on a pyre
Catch me at the crossroads, tryna make a deal
Bitch, I'm cookin' up, bout to make a meal
Got that curry pot, I'm curry hot, how you feel
Learned from my mama early just how to steal
Grew up from stealin' candy, now I steal hearts though
Mind ain't mine, beamin' down from the stars though
Me and B.B.C. like black and white art though
Let him in my soft pussy, hit it with a hard stroke
Still I'm goin' in though, none of you bitches in vogue
Yeah, my touch is toxic, so pardon, I'm a bit rogue
Gotta stay high, cause my whole life been low
For the right guy, might take it off and bend low
Flow so deep, fuck around and get the bends ho
Yeah, I want a Tesla so you can keep the Benz though
Sippin' on the syrup, yeah, you can tell I've been slow
Bit of this, some of that, on the perfect blend ho
Walk in like a Barbie, not lookin' for a Ken though
John Wick of this rap shit, kill you with a pen stroke
Oops, I meant a pencil hoe, number two to be exact
Y'all like some weebs though, steady waitin' to get whacked
All you rappers ludicrous, really need to get back
Bump Wayne, no lookin' back, while my mama cooking crack
Her bed, couch, and carpet all full of bed bugs and shit
Only way to sleep was all in the tub and shit