Bottomfeeder by Trash Diva

Place your bets!
No regrets
Self-professed"Grandmaster of Chess"
I'm shaking in my boots

You're slitting throats
Cracking jokes
While you bleed us all dry
Hide the children
Madman on the loose

Preaching lies
Wicked ties
A villain in disguise
Feeding minds
You never had my trust

Dirty whore
Making war
Lining toilets with gold
Try to fake it
But you'll never be
One of us

So anxious, uneasy
I won't chase things that don't feed me
You're a false god, so petty
I'm so over it!

So cute
Big Boy
Little swag in your steps
You think you're such hot shit
I got my heels strapped
Ass out wagging a finger
Bellowing bully yelling threats
But you can't take a stinger

Well let me tell you something
I seen your mouth
Should've been the feet running
Talk is cheap
Consequences are free
And now they're coming for you!

Bloodsucking leech
Little screech
Nibbling heels with your teeth
Make a mess with your crime
Fame grubber
Money lover
Plain and simple
Gorge yourself off the grime!

• Punk
• baltimore
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• punk rock
• Baltimore