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St. Chaos

n0trixx
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This so cringe girl you should quit Trying too hard but you don't fit Singing in an empty room, nobody cares This ain't yours, you're wasting the air Looks good on mute, turn it off, keep it clean Go get a job, stop chasing the dream My gran stood up to shut it down You got no talent, you're a clown Way too late to dictate my fate You're full of shit, I'm full of hate I'm not here to be your punching bag Your face - my spit! I punch right back! Way too late to dictate my fate You're full of shit, I'm full of hate I'm not here to be your punching bag Your face - my spit! I punch right back! You think you're so original You've been rage-baited There's no point in hating me I'm already hated I am my biggest critic, you're already behind If you think your comments matter gotta be outta yo mind I'll make it short, before you blink I am much worse you'll ever think Fucked in the head, code red, brain dead Don't dare to look at me - this is your end Don't try to talk to me I'm the motherfucking beast I am the queen of psycho creeps Way too late to dictate my fate You're full of shit, I'm full of hate I'm not here to be your punching bag Your face - my spit! I punch right back! Way too late to dictate my fate You're full of shit, I'm full of hate I'm not here to be your punching bag Your face - my spit! I punch! RIGHT! back! If self hate were a contest I'd make rivals cry hard If doubts were made of rock i'd be a rock star With my negative vibrations I can cause an earthquake If pessimism were science I'd score top grades, I Was told to put my pain in lyrics and I wrote a million sheets I cause depression to my beats Jump up motherfucka jump! You're way too late to dictate my fate You're full of shit, I'm full of hate I'm not here to be your punching bag Your face - my spit! I punch Way too late to dictate my fate You're full of shit, I'm full of hate I'm not here to be your punching bag Your face - my spit! I punch right back! Way too late to dictate my fate You're full of shit, I'm full of hate I'm not here to be your punching bag Your face - my spit! I punch right back!