Horrorpop

I woke up depressed
Self-medicated with sex
I’m a fucking wreck
Still got these bitches feeling pressed

I want the last laugh
Wanna make money off of this mess
Ripped my heart outta my chest
Half cursed, half blessed but distressed

I should’ve stayed dead
Thoughts I can’t seem to express
But I got demons to smack
Vampire ass hoes to impress

So I keep moving faster
Oppressed turned oppressor
I always outlast ya
You’re a bore, I’m thе terror
(Work)

Corrupted to the bonе, bone, bone, bone
Corrupted to the bone, bone, bone, bone
I feel like I’m a joke, joke, joke, joke

You should go lock the door, door, door, door
‘Bout to serve some horror pop, pop, pop, pop
With a side of glam and gore, gore, gore, gore
One day I’ll bathe in the blood, blood, blood, blood
Of those who did me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

Slay, slayer