[Verse 1]
Shake it up, all for the fun of it
First song on the album, I wanna spit
Motherfuckers who can’t hit the lickity splickity speed of my voice
And still try to copy it
They like the flexing, but listen to me
I know it’s vexing, but promise me you’ll read
All the lyrics to this song, every word
On your computer screen

[Bridge]
Can you feel that?
Oh shit

[Verse 2]
They said work it, bitch
They make you feel like you do want a bit
And then they’ll throw you in the deepest pit
(It’s never enough)
But you don’t really wanna work it, bitch
Work it, bitch
They said work it, bitch
They make you feel like you do want a bit
And then they’ll throw you in the deepest pit
(It’s never enough)
But you don’t really wanna work it, bitch
Work it, bitch
[Chorus]
I think they wanna mind control
They use me for your earholes
What I’m telling you, it ain’t a joke
What I’m saying will not hold up in court though

[Bridge: The Producer]
Okay, the track’s speeding up now
Better change the subject before you get yourself in trouble, Kim
This is your debut album
You have one shot
Show ‘em what you can do (Wake up F1LTHY)
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Following album I’m in, I filled it with everything
I’ve a difficult harmony balance, even when I’m not the villain
Whip, Whip, Whip
Son of a cunt, I want a winner for fuck’s sake
Trick, Trick, Trick
Spinning a finger, forget the things that I say
Look, all I’m saying is I had to go to some really dark places to make this fucking thing
It represents everything I am, everything I’m not
But also everything I could’ve been
You’re about to witness my death, my birth
And my fucking catharisis, you motherfuckers
[Interlude]
Not everything mentioned in this album is an opinion of kim dracula themselves
Lots of the things that are sung or spoken are from the perspective of others
Kim dracula does not condone any of the actions mentioned
That one night deem immoral in the rest of the album

[Breakdown]
Let’s go
I managed to slip out something that holds within it
At least a semblance of artistic integrity
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I may be a selling point, but it's on my terms bitch

[Chorus]
I think they wanna mind control
They use me for your earholes
What I’m telling you, it ain’t a joke
What I’m saying will not hold up in court though
I think they wanna mind control
They use me for your earholes
What I’m telling you it ain’t a joke
What I’m saying will not hold up in court though