Lyrics

[Chorus] Hedgeclippers, frying pan, and a sledgehammer I'ma cut his ears off, throw 'em on the flame Break his kneecaps in the driveway Tell me what you think, do they taste the same? Do they need a little bit of cellulose, acetate? Laminate, get it framed My crime scene, your family [Post-Chorus] With the acetane, I'm Stassi Schrödinger's HBIC I'm Vanderpump, I pull the strings I'm pupped up, I'm unleashed Don't step to me, gеt therapy Assume that you are my еnemy Unsociable like the demo As I do unto your skull [Chorus] Hedgeclippers, frying pan, and glaucoma Your boyfriend's in a coma I left him on the sofa And I took all of his soda I drank it on the bus And then came home and busted a nut That's what he gets for getting in my stuff Get back in line and shut the fuck up [Post-Chorus] I'm Stassi Schrödinger's HBIC I'm Vanderpump, I pull the strings I'm pupped up, I'm unleashed Don't step to me, get therapy Assume that you are my enemy Unsociable like the demo As I do unto your skull [Outro] Get therapy Assume that you are my enemy Get therapy Assume that you are my enemy Get therapy Assume that you are my enemy Get therapy Assume that you are my enemy Get therapy Assume that you are my enemy Get therapy