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