Fuckery Lyrics

Fuck fuck fucker

Of the arts

I'm rarer than k marts

About to outsmart

And outwrite motzart

Tomato, tomata sonata

Esto no es nada

I'm a black heart

I sit alone in the dark

No Otto von bismark

Aber Deutschlands Liebe ist stark

I think but Renee descarte

I don't know where my car is parked

Clueless let's do this for Lewis and Clark

Fuck fuck Fucker of the arts

One of many trademarks

Trust no bitch fuck a narc

Here you'll find me on the chart

That's how you can tell us apart

Return your fucking shopping cart

I'm only getting my start

I don't leave my house for all the haters

I'm a doctor followed by curators

Give them defibrillators

The others take turns

In new great herds

We're not on the same terms

A flame burns

You're all like tape worms

The tables will turn

They gonna learn

It's none of your concern

Screen monkey killing a Christmas fern

Go find another germ

There is no hook

Look

Go read a fucking book

I know these references got you shook

Fuck every class you took

I'm just smarter you overlook

Fuck can't be fucked I swear

I don't motherfucking care

About your robot mixtape claire

Spotify

Said I'm disqualified

Can't say I tried

I'm crazy eyed

I think therefore my brain is fried

I gotta fight

For my right

On a fucking website

I got banned from Twitter forever

I don't tread light as a feather

They said don't tread I never say never

What's this thread

Fucker out of our shit go to bed

My music never said hail satan

If anything it says godforsaken

Sorry boys I'm taken

In a break in

Mistaken

Ha no one's gonna pay shit for my dumb ass

Antiques road show said pay us, we'll pass

I'm a fucker take a class

You don't like what you hear think fast

Because

I'm crass you won't last nearly past the outcast, hey ya got it

No don't ask, knuckles made of brass

with a gas mask

my music is chemical warfare

No Claire

That's not on your list

They don't like a fist

Fucking swung and missed

Industrial metal rap dismissed

Fucker of a genre that don't exist

I'm on a waiting list

Take me to my psychiatrist

Fuck fuck fucker of the year

Come near

Hear ye hear ye…hear

Trap xylophone the crowd shall cheer

They jeer

I went from reading a Pap smear

For my career

To being a mutineer

Banned from a fucking medical career

I wish a fucker would, my dear

I'm just a fuckery engineer

Maybe I'll catch your ear

Or maybe I'll disappear

I'm no sonneteer

My soul needs an auctioneer

Bring it on is my peer to peer

I'll never be crystal clear

But I'm not swinging from the chandelier

Bitch I'm too old, you hear