Nadia Comaneci Lyrics

The antichrist superstar, hyperpunkstar-no guitar

And if I was in World War 3

They would call me-call me: Le Spitfire

The antichrist superstar, hyperpunkstar-no guitar

And if I was in World War 3

They would call me-call me

It's about to get too rowdy fucking right now

Growing horns, I'm terror propaganda

The day I was born the-the earth died

Dro-drop dead in your IG

Crushing all your iPhones and fuck your drip

Fuck... money

Anti God

Like a 3-6, like a 3-6-6

I'm the destroyer and high fashion killer

404 zero gang

Straight up, fuck that shit

I roll alone without clica

Paralyze, terrorize, prosecuted, I'm freaked out

Lines, Motorola, paranoid-hypothermia

Mom, dad-voices-schizophrenia

BITCH, this is how braincells sound dying

A dead man talking, cannot be lying

The antichrist superstar, hyperpunkstar no guitar

And if I was in World War 3

They would call me-call me Le Spitfire

The antichrist superstar, hyperpunk star no guitar

Puta! se me cayo el Niño Dios

And I just killed rock and roll

Soy un holograma de Hannah Montana

But bitchier and browner and packing katana

Post-human mode, I'm higher than Lana

Only mortals speak USD and Balenciaga

An exoskeleton, illegal external

Died a hundred times, fucking eternal

In every country an illegal

Day after day me suicidaaa

A spectral guerrilla

In Scream I was the ghost face killer

Cops getting shot compilations

People dying uncensored

Running sweating cold

Running sweating cold

I'm on the board of my weekly crisis

I shot Versace

Crack!

Decoded Fibonacci

Faster than Nadia Comaneci

Bomb attack at Milan Fashion week... I'm laughing

Piss on your Gucci

A chainsaw to your Yeezys

Let's fucking re-crucify Jesus

Razorz the main cryptosubject

Keep showing your shit on the stories y te cae el kidnap

Machetazo sound system

Full Vossi Bop-ragga

Superstyling! hung bodies from their gold chains

And if I spot you, RA-TA-TA-TA-TAAA!

La Santa Muerte, deep web y Adderall

10 key de pura y 6 de cristal

Don't care about anyone soy asexual

I am a hunter and sell you suicide

Find me in the tears of rich parents

Thieves like us, tengo drugs in my body

Making earthquakes and a million tsunamis

Boy you are drowning? sorry I don't speak Armani

Bow down for the Third World God

Getting shot at your high school

Para la suka a bazooka

Najui zhizn, najui tebya