I used to think that labels were pimps But then the ship starts to sink, when the shit starts to stink And they went limp
I learned some new tricks, learned some new tricks Churned out music, super produced it
Now I'm footloose fancy free, providence don't dance for me Can't you see I sell fantasy, that's what bonds my fans to me They laugh at the insanity thanks to me, but if I don't sell tickets I'm cancelling
The other entertainers are incompetent, they want to sound hard like consonants But its all false confidence, the audience is dominant Now its obvious I'm autonomous, I can smoke weed reading The Economist My father is the one who taught me all of this, I told you I'm a different kind of bah bitch
I'm at your service, you seem nervous Relax you deserve it Here's a melody to lubricate your tear ducts You're about to be ear fucked
It should be simple really, its not rocket science I am the product, you are the clients You are the housewife I am the appliance You're so demanding, so I'm suppliant
I'm good at it, became an addict Making music, making money, making magic It doesn't have to be tragic It takes practice, now its automatic
Hardcore (hardcore), twenty-seven hours do you want more? Its gonna be a long war You're done for, fucking with the wrong whore I'm a different kind of prostitute