Ah shit I wanna do what I want when I want to my heart’s content
Can’t let this momentary energy go to waste
A fleeting emotion pretending and bragging, what a ferocious battle
VS myself roasting ideas on an open fire
Should I say wild, or rather free, well of course
That is what selfish is, bite the collar off
Drooling heavily, sucking on a mic, shout it out! Loud out!
Ah~ what fun There’s no stopping once it’s started
Making everyone restless, like they licked some tomboy extract
A tough busta just a adjust, ay
This is me, it’s me, dance with beat cuz y’all know ya can’t stop now
Underground mental hoe, hoe, hoe
Tickle your heart, fish up real well, well, well
Dip, dip, dip, dip, dip
Tease, I gotta dip, dip, dip, dip, dip
Two-faced princess causing a ruckus in the community’s circle
A psychopath wearing a harmless mask, it’s me
The crews that I’ve been a part of are barely breathing now
In the end, there’s trouble a devilish brand
The rumors and screams don’t end, making neighbors clash like the princess of a geek’s circle
Even if I’m not directly the cause, I was still the root of it
A bad girl using talent as bait, unpredictable actions causing a ruckus
Tired of superficial love, don’t try to control me
I’m not your fucking puppet, I have the wings of both an angel and the devil
I can fly, flying high and striving every second every hour
My life is strange, raging groovy train
Underground mental hoe, hoe, hoe
Tickle your heart, fish up real well, well, well
Dip, dip, dip, dip, dip
Tease, I gotta dip, dip, dip, dip, dip
Two-faced princess causing a ruckus in the community’s circle
A psychopath wearing a harmless mask, it’s me
A princess has her secrets, or she’s fake
Ruining groups with her stupidity
Wet with desire to get people with her perfected image
The sleeping demon growls again
The hypnosis that lures your eyes and ears, divisions drawing you in close enough to feel your breath
Let me write for you, it’ll be the most pleasurable and unmatched thing ever
Mr. Mischief illmatic shit continues to play inside as I create
The songs I’ve traced from my imagination are abnormal and degenerate
My senses explode, outspoken, huff, huff, huff, not cooling down the fever
Using immature yet adult techniques while it’s hot
If there’s any chance, it’s shown, making you like her, It’s me a fake princess