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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ashnikko
Ashnikko
Vocals
Slinger
Slinger
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashton Casey
Ashton Casey
Songwriter
Oscar Scheller
Oscar Scheller
Songwriter
Thomas Slinger
Thomas Slinger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slinger
Slinger
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You make me sick You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks I could never train a bitch like you Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click You like my boots? I could squash you like a little rotten fruit On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise Attitude and the booze won't save you You fucking loser Redmeat deadbeat, you fucking tumor Can't believe I let your hands inside my bloomers Better count your blessings, I got humor, got a knife too I call her Tilda, bet your fucking ass that I'mma use her Fucking user Cokehead Cretin, your life is a blooper Splinter-looking ass born in a sewer Suck a dick, then I bite, I'm a chewer Go find another bitch to hoover Count the days until you lose her I'm mad! You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad" You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad" Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad You make me sick You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks I could never train a bitch like you Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click You like my boots? I could squash you like a little rotten fruit On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise Attitude and the booze won't save you (Mommy's okay!) Hello waitress, I want his head for dinner, silver plate it Cut his tongue out first, let's hear him go and try and say shit I'm abrasive? I'm a dragon, Animorph and shapeshift Fire breathing, break shit, brain-eating amoeba Coming for you, I'm contagious, ruined what was sacred I was living good before your locusts and your plague hit I always fucking fake it, now you're crying and you're shaking? I'll take your tears and bottle 'em and use 'em as a face mist I'm beautiful I'm mad! You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad" You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad" Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad You make me sick You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks I could never train a bitch like you Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click
Writer(s): Oscar Benjamin Alexander Scheller, Ashton Nicole Casey, Thomas Slinger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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