Spun
Pyrophoria
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I'm a woman so I don't have real bars I'm a rock artist by far Yet I'm painted a rising pop star Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar Yes do make pop, yes I am bizarre But I'm on the wrong radar They want acoustic guitar I want crowbar My rap is played for the laugh I had a down day, that's why I made that I never thought it'd be on a map I bring speed but they don't clap Scrappy rapper gonna rap Gonna f*ck up the hi hat They're gonna chitchat Over what my album's trying to get at You got a punchline down pat But missed the poem in the format I'm no Doja, I'm hellcat The new Manson to throw stones at Femme Eminem, you can tip your hat Too dumb to get my pun Yet I'm spun for fucking fun Like the cylinder of a gun The joke on me has just begun Has anyone Realized what I've done I've made 6 genres honey bun 30 albums and then some Alone in my basement for fun They don't know where I'm coming from They've made my rarity humdrum This is how I'm spun I'm not dumb I'm not Barbie, I'm definitely someone I make stupid voices for fun I'm not a punchline or a pun I'm a bitch who gets shit done I don't get how you can't make a song in a day I have so many thoughts I have so much to say I already made an entire song today Why am I this way The world is grey I don't want to play sunshine ray or be rainbow gay or come whatever may I don't often play My words are knives; my audience an ashtray F*ck you unless you know how to stray I do country to show how cheap It is to sweep Them off their feet With some bullshit I admit I made the day of the album release They bounce around like sheep I don't listen to country yet I am bo peep I don't like country it doesn't dig deep It hits like half ass falling asleep And I don't miss an off beat But this is a secret you must keep It's yeehaw if you see me on the street This is how I'm spun I'm not dumb I'm not Barbie, I'm definitely someone I make stupid voices for fun I'm not a punchline or a pun I'm a bitch who gets shit done My voice is fucking lame I rap all the same I can tell my story plain Words that came from rain Waterlogged paperback in the lane My arrangements are weird don't complain All my genres bleed together; I can't contain I was a girl scout; never been in a gang No weapons in the house cause I'm insane My hatred still sits in a gas main But I still remain The curators comb over my shit with disdain Except Germany, Italy, and Spain Danke schon for hopping on the train I pronounce everything wrong; I'm a pain But I am bound by no chain The radio misses my shine but still to my gain The audience all has a bullet in the brain I bring poems to life, maybe in vain But I do it for me and can't explain Maybe I will make some change Nothing deserves to be left the same I do not deserve to be beaten tame I like who I became You can defame, acclaim, exclaim But it's my music, and I will reclaim This is how I'm spun I'm not dumb I'm not Barbie, I'm definitely someone I make stupid voices for fun I'm not a punchline or a pun I'm a bitch who gets shit done
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