stephen king

If you see me passing, cross the street
If it's not me, who will cross you
I'm tired of you and your herd
My turn has come and I'm going to dance
Look at me, we're far from the end

I barely win and you start to cry
Your hatred towards me must be because
Even hating me, you can't avoid
I invade your mind and your nightmares
If a subject arises, I always show up
You spend your time talking about me
And I make my money without even caring

Your hatred doesn't affect me, your envy doesn't catch
My body is closed, you can try
But get ready because the return is sad
And in the end of this shit, you'll be the one crying
You're lucky I was very nice
Otherwise, you'd carry some marks
If without reason I was already your topic
Now you'll have plenty to talk about

I'm not one to send messages
So listen to the advice and embrace my talk
It's better for you to disappear with your gang sent
Forget that I exist to avoid trouble
Your life is already very busy
Failed college, a man to support you
Friend stirring up your whole life
And rich people's problems for you to sustain

In your friends' mouths, I'm a whore
Because I sat on the dick they wanted to sit on
And they're not wrong
They sucked me without even realizing, haha
If I catch you, I'll tear you apart
Damn, Nina is out of control
Now the shit is done, hitting the lyrics if I don't ruin your funeral

My return is heavy, it's going to roar, bitch
It doesn't affect me at all, if you're the terror of the sluts
I'm the Stephen King of the ordered girls
With synchronized lyrics, singing the truth
The sequence like a rapid-fire Glock
And I haven't even said anything yet
Don't mess with me and my mouth will stay shut
A bandit that doesn't let anything pass
The tough, the strong, the highborn
Fan of straight talk, right for right
This track is the heaviest

Hey, bitches, it's just a joke, right, not the whole party
You're going to get shot, you're going to get shot
If you're the terror of the sluts
I'm the Stephen King of the ordered girls, go
You're going to get shot, you're going to get shot
If you're the terror of the sluts
I'm the Stephen King of the ordered girls, go
You're going to get shot, you're going to get shot
If you're the terror of the sluts
I'm the Stephen King of the ordered girls, go
You're going to get shot, you're going to get shot
If you're the terror of the sluts
I'm the Stephen King of the ordered girls, go