cause I'm a snack and you beg, beg to please me
cut you off, crack like an egg, over easy
so have another tantrum, but you're fuckin toast
and call me danny phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
(call me danny phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost)
this bitch looks infected so go call forensics
dont call it impressive im just anorexic
so don’t get it twisted, dyslexic, respect it
cause im indestructible, body electric
people always come to me to get sick
don't know what you heard but i dont think you can catch it
so fuck the aesthetic
my noose like a necklace
watch out while i neck this
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms,
wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms,
wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
(you like that, right?)
don't mean to be a bitch,
but hey honey, I'm mean
you shoulda left that shit
back in twenty sixteen
cause I'm
ridin round town with the old sick kids
in a baggy ass shirt, you don’t get to see my ribs
no honey it doesn’t hurt, i don’t need that shit to live
five cigarettes lit got my fishnets ripped
im a tripped ass bitch, got residuals at intervals
only reason my brains inside my body is centrifugal
i’m spinnin down down, i c u condition critical
i see you feelin typical, don’t treat me like a criminal
you keep picking sides but won’t call yourself political
keep looking at the light between my thighs
and try to criticize the physical
i don’t need your Eddie ass tryin to be cynical
i don’t need an Ana buddy trying to be minimal
hopping on the elliptical, or hittin up my digital
every day to watch my shit and see if I’m invisible
don’t wanna be the pinnacle whipped cream vodka ass bitch
with the wet dream thigh gap busted ass lips
buying cocaine diet coke die in her friends lap
don’t focus on me just sell me that vyvanze
i don’t wanna move yet but I’m bored of the bars
six boys in the car, engine like a spanish R
yeah you care where i’m at
i don’t care where you are
ring ring on my phone
like the fuckin bell jar
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms,
wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms,
wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
(you like that, right?)
cause I'm a snack and you beg, beg to please me
cut you off, crack like an egg, over easy
so have another tantrum, but you're fuckin toast
and call me danny phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
Medusa is a "revenge pop" musician based in New York. They're pretty sure they subconsciously stole calling their music "___-pop" from their friend Zand, who coined "ugly-pop," but it's way too late in the game to undo it now.
The whole album is hard and heavy in all the right ways. It's hard to pick a favorite, but I'm narrowing it down to xhoxolate. downpress, feed me seymour, and pinata. I'm definitely going to find myself coming back to this album for some hardcore. SmugWolf