[Verse 1: Lucy Camp]

I'm the sickest, i hear these voices in my head and you hear crickets

I've seen the choice of all your friends, a bunch of bigots

That boy don't want your bed he wants what's in it

Little ploy he's got a gimmick and you are going to give it

Yeah you may hit him in the groin but it's a ticket to him don't get too particular about the way you lick it

He likes it when you take your time, likes it when you say a rhyme, likes it when you like to make it wicked

Fuck I hate my hand it's much too timid

The touch you give it is enough to cut religion

Straight out of my unconditioned love for you, hey what's my mission?

I'll probably never understand so I won't do the math yo fuck addition

The way you front your vision make me think you drug addicted or you might've chugged the liquid

Cuz you quick to run your lip and act like you ain't told me I'm the one that did it

Got your whole body, soul and your tongue all skippin

[Hook: Lucy Camp]

Fuck you, why would I ever want to trust you?

You ain't even part of my subgroup

You prolly doin this shit to some crew

3rd one, we ain't gonna be the 1, 2

Why would I ever want to trust you?

You ain't even part of my subgroup

Ima count now so when I reach 3 better run

Now one, two

[Verse 2: Lucy Camp]

Wanna one up me

It might get brutal and bloody

My pupils are bugging out tell me who got the money

I think I might be running out maybe move out the country

I just wanna see beauty and man these humans are ugly

For me they are doing nothing, absolutely fucking

Stupid, the route to becoming something is nothing until it's suited

And damn do I fit the part I have never been so included

When they tell me that I shouldn't

It makes me think I should do it

I'm a tulip, okay but what do you got to give?

Nothing you're just here for my amusement

My presence got a person like you heading to the rubric

Tryna do what I do just so you can say that you did

LuzID may be dead but that doesn't mean that you live

Me sweeping up the ashes from your awful little rap shit cuz I kinda went all batshit is the only time in action where you'll see me with a matching black dustpan and broomstick

[Hook: Lucy Camp]

Fuck you, why would I ever want to trust you?

You ain't even part of my subgroup

You prolly doin this shit to some crew

3rd one, we ain't gonna be the 1, 2

Why would I ever want to trust you?

You ain't even part of my subgroup

Ima count now so when I reach 3 better run

Now one, two