[Verse 1]
I might be a little cringe
But not like Blood on the Dance Floor
They're way more fucked
And Dhavie is a stupid whore
This is revenge
I hope that you got what you asked for
You're so fucked up
I bet now days, you're so bored
Moving on, this ain't two thousand and seven
Motherfucker, I was one, I was living in heaven
Back then I was opening my Christmas presents
The newest merchandise Little Tikes was sellin'
I'm fucking God, man, God damn
I'm reviving genres, and I'm livin' in an odd town
But fuck, man, I'm burnt out
All I need's a whole lot of drive, motherfuck the clout

Knock knock…well hi!
I’m the fuckin’ delivery guy
I brought your new CDs
And your fishnets are kinda nice
I deliver very similar stuff
To people all of the time
This genre that you call scene
Well, it’s officially revived
I hope I get to get to that point
It’s all that I’ll ever fuckin’ wish
All the mainstream shit is very annoying
My god, all I see are fucking pricks