FAKE SHIT!

Hallowed!
Hallowed!

Fuck you im fet up wit you, I’m not as good as you, fuck you im better than you. 

You ain’t about shit, you never been shit. Spouting all that fake shit, crying little bitch. 
Acting like a wannabe bitch, walking around here like your king shit.
A Royal fucking cunt, with a bitch made finish. 
Ain’t never really been about it. So why fuck lie about it.

All clout bitch, that’s what I’m about bitch, a decade in, and now I’m out bitch. Some mother fuckers never cared about shit. Rolling over on Kat nip mints. Not about tricks, never did tricks, never ever wanna spend my time around tricks.

Suck my dick, always calling me dick, when all you wanna do is swing your fucking dick. 
Oh you’re sick. Yeah I think you’re sick, and not like a 90’s rock kinda sick, you just sick.
You a witch, yeah you a witch. I’ve had the humble pleasure to meet the witch, and you ain’t it. 
Oh, you switch - yeah you a switch, making up excuses for why you turn a blind eye to it.
With you around a mother fucker gotta wonder which is which. 

All clout bitch, that’s what I’m about bitch, a decade in, and now I’m out bitch. Some mother fuckers never cared about shit. Rolling over on Kat nip mints. Not about tricks, never did tricks, never ever wanna spend my time around tricks. 

What you were smitten, acting like a kitten. You ain’t kidding, running up tripping - mask is slipping, all that ripping you been doing, the thing you ain’t gripping, reality ain’t quite hitting. 

All clout bitch, that’s what I’m about bitch, a decade in, and now I’m out bitch. 
Some mother fuckers never cared about shit. Rolling over on Kat nip mints. 
Not about tricks, never did tricks, never ever wanna spend my time around tricks. 
Sometimes you gotta see what they about mittens, let them fumble bout. 
It ain’t working so you pout, now I know and thus I’m out.

Shrine!
Shrine!
Shrine!

Blackmetal, death metal, metalcore, male