Femboy

Lyrics

Kill it little femboy kill it Got the makeup on, looking real vicious Trying so hard to get what you're wishing Maybe one day you could blend in with the women For now, kill it little femboy kill it Kill it little femboy kill it Kill it little sissy boy kill it Kill it 'til you've made it to your limit Music's dead 'cause I'm killing it Cute boy, long hairLet me flip this shit Scoping out mains like the dixie chick No sides, steal that, call it hit and lick No time for a rapper on some bitchy shit So fuck Tom Macdonald Fuck Eminem Making hits complaining about your privilege My spirit's hellbent but it's heaven sent You're not special for spitting it fast like a chopper I'll use that to peel your head back like a drop top Bitch At my worst, I'm still top 3 Bitch At my best, you couldn't top me Anyone else willing to give in to vicious feelings, you're destined to win, it's Darwinism Fall in charity, but rise in narcissism People dying flying Take your carpet with you It's over, chucklefucks I could make a million off an album that fucking sucks I could make the same selling some good shit for a couple bucks Wanna run amuck? I'll teach you what a hundred does A clip so big that you can't see the sun You muscle in on the convo and yet you speak in tongues Try to make some sense before you try to beef with us I'm too much for a team of 3 'cause you see Z's the one I'll be hitting you with sticks like you beat on drums You smell like capitalism You got that Elon Musk Put the money down I'm like Charli with the lipgloss You don't want to get did in by a femboy, get lost I could try to restrict your air supply like you're getting lost in love But it never seems to be as effective as a big-fuck-off gun I'm a perfectionist who doesn't know what perfection is Until my next album drops You have time, don't be so sensitive Kill it little femboy kill it Got the makeup on, looking real vicious Trying so hard to get what you're wishing Maybe one day you could blend in with the women For now, kill it little femboy kill it Kill it little femboy kill it Kill it little sissy boy kill it Kill it 'til you've made it to your limit Sucking Ls, blowing Os I've never had a loss it seems I got the W like Tyler's line graph of album quality In 2017, I still have lows but not as often, see I want to stop this dream I'm calling "scene" Bitch get off of me Diavolo skipping time Crimson eyes on the Plymouth side In a prison of my mind Not sure if these faces are real I know that some of them are I know that some of them aren't But I'm not sure I'm awake This isn't how I should feel I should be partying and laughing Not thinking existential batshit I didn't know this would happen I want to cash in all the bad shit And be left with the passion for art and magic