Текст песни Bad Bitch Suite No. 3 in G Major - Pyrophoria

My cat just climbed into the cabinet
And closed it; he chose it
I would own it; he's known it
He says bye bye
Bitch with evil eye
Is there room for me to cry
But get out
You'll make trouble no doubt
My cabinet is my home
I sit here alone
There is a prodrome
There's only a metronome
I am a palindrome
I went backwards but am still my own
My mouth got my cover blown
Call me crazy yes and they picked a bone
I am not grown
I am childproof prone
Leave a message at the tone
Debt collector that haunts my phone
I am a gemstone
That I've fucking thrown
Fuck I'm broke as a bone
Busted as the ozone
But Gen z don't like my tone
All I know is unknown
Don't know the sound of a trombone
It's plain like baritone
Forever a student loan
Pun about a homophone
I'm going to play this xylophone
You can tear me open like a cyclone

You know what
Get fucked
I came through
They ducked
I'll show you disorderly conduct
Since you want to obstruct
Justice and induct
Me into the hall of shame well good luck
I'll go down in infamy
Call the symphony
Bust open the timpani
I'm changing the fucking key
Bad bitch suite number 3
Life is like a simile
But I compare differently
I am a metaphor for persistency
I run circles around you quite brilliantly
Fuck around and see
You have no bearing on me
I am a goddess to be
Watch and learn for free

I failed the dental admissions exam
That shit is a scam
They had a security cam
But please kill me ma'm
500 dollars, a fucking scam
I ain't got my glasses fam
I'm too old for undergrad material
God damn
2 years ago I finished my fucking MD program
I didn't want to be a dentist anyway
I barely studied for a day
But where my life is going I can't say
Yes I love the way it goes
The way it keeps me on my toes
I'll get right on that I suppose
Do you recycle, where do I dispose
I'm a fuckin arrogant smartass
Knuckles made of brass
Take a class
On how to level up from sass
I'm coming in last
Not very fast
But I'm the last
Place you look
I'm a broken open book
And you mistook
Me for a weakling when my hands shook
That's from lithium so at ease
I'm a doctor so save it please
Take it up with my fucking degrees
Yeah I'm bipolar be afraid
But you were stupid the day you were made
Child to the ER for a fever that's low grade
In the name of Medicaid
On your phone while he played
When was the last time you got weighed
I hear voices so what
I'm more than you so keep your mouth shut
I'm not clear cut
But I have no crutch
And don't fucking touch
And I will tell you this much
I work 80 hour weeks
Heard of that sweet cheeks
All to bring you this shitshow
HELL O
What do you know
Mrs. Jane doe
Maybe go
I learned this software on my own
Trial and error, error prone
My music lessons were til age 14
The rest I just guessed til I was 15
When I wrote a song
That would later chart, am I wrong
To say I'm fucking smart
I earned everything, it was never handed down
I just got a beat down
They don't want me around
But I'm a bad bitch and you're an assclown
Fuck you like fuck Chris Brown
I'll adjust my crown
You can wear your frown
I'm an arrogant smartass renowned
Infamous and hell bound
The maker of every sound
Name a genre I'll take it to town
I'm a fucker all year round
So tell me how do you get around

You know what
Get fucked
I came through
They ducked
I'll show you disorderly conduct
Since you want to obstruct
Justice and induct
Me into the hall of shame well good luck
I'll go down in infamy
Call the symphony
Bust open the timpani
I'm changing the fucking key
Bad bitch suite number 3
Life is like a simile
But I compare differently
I am a metaphor for persistency
I run circles around you quite brilliantly
Fuck around and see
You have no bearing on me
I am a goddess to be
Watch and learn for free