"Monstarrr (VIP)" lyrics

So go and tell your friends that I'm a fucking monster
Sugar, spice and torture, do it for the culture
Tell your friends I'm crazy and it broke ya
I'm a fucking monster
(I'm a fucking monster)
(I'm a fucking monster)

Drop an oxy, feeling foxy
Thick eyeliner like I'm Boxxy
Blocked your number, dropped your doxxy
Bricked your iPhone, hacked your proxy
Harajuku girl from hell
Always kiss but never tell
Tell the boys I made you pay
(Pay me in cash, bitch)
Catch them boys like Pokémon
You're gonna fuckin hate this song
You eat my bars, got an addiction
Pop them pills, got no prescription
The reason you had time with me is 'cause I love philanthropy
Dropped the bag, yeah, you fucked up
('Cause rockstars are my groupies)

Reverse the role, my cabaret
To catch a predator, you're my prey
It's my warfare and your doomsday
God complex when you hear me say
Songs got legs, a millipede
Wrote this 'bout you, but you can't read
Instead, I'll make your fucking ears bleed

So go and tell your friends that I'm a fucking monster
Sugar, spice and torture, do it for the culture
Tell your friends that I'm a fucking monster
Sugar, spice and torture, hanged and drawn and quartered
You can try to run, you can try to hide
No escaping my next femicide
So go and tell your friends I'm crazy and it broke ya
Cut you off the roster
(I'm a fucking monster)

Underestimate me, on my failure, you bet
Come find me in V.I.P
Come play Russian roulette
Still, you can't pay the rent
Caught you drowning in debt
I'm still swimming and I don't break a sweat
Fuck around and find out
Tiny waist and puppy pout
Show is starting, take a seat
Apron on, I'll chop your meat
Draw your blood, it tastes so sweet
Make you snuff, you're my whore
Now it's time for real fucking gore

Cut, cut, cut you up
Pour your love guts in my cup
Cut, cut, cut you up
Pour your love guts in my cup
Cut, cut, cut you up
Pour your love guts in my cup

Wear my lacy dress
As an act of defiance
Malicious compliance
Hear the universal language of violence
I fucking love this gore

So go and tell your friends that I'm a fucking monster
Sugar, spice and torture, do it for the culture
Tell your friends that I'm a fucking monstar
Sugar, spice and torture, hang you draw and quarter
You can try to run, you can try to hide
No escaping my next femicide
So go and tell your friends I'm crazy and it broke ya
Cut you off the roster
I'm a fucking monstar

Monstar, monstar, monstar, monstar
Monstar, monstar, monstar, monstar (Ennaria)
I'm a fucking monstar
Monstar, monstar, monstar, monstar
Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo
I'm a fucking—

So go and tell your friends that I'm a fucking monster
Sugar, spice and torture, do it for the culture
Tell your friends that I'm a fucking monster
Sugar, spice and torture, hang you draw and quarter
You can try to run, you can try to hide
No escaping my next femicide
So go and tell your friends I'm crazy and it broke ya
Cut you off the roster
I'm a fucking monster

When people meet me, they're like
"You don't have BPD"
I'm like, "Bro, yes, I fucking do"