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
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
( Z the Stranger )
www.ChordsAZ.com