[Intro] Straight out of the Kremlin to tell all you fake-ass bitches. Three stripes on the tracksuit, Night. Let’s bury these motherfuckers. [Verse 1] I step in the booth as a Gopnik anomaly, just a bored, dumb blonde fucking around casually! Droppin' the bimbo façade for this sonic lobotomy! Look at these servers, a circus of sycophant lemmings, pretendin' they're legends but beggin' for digital pennies. Nobody listens, you skip to the track, just a circle-jerk system to get a play back! "Oh bro, this is fire!"—you didn't hear ten fuckin' seconds! You're blindly agreein' like sheep to whatever is recommended. You copy-paste praises, you're takin' it seriously? Callin' yourselves "artists," are you fuckin' delirious?! I'm just a dumb blonde fuckin' around for a laff, while you treat a text-box like a masterpiece craft! You type in a prompt and you think you're a musical prodigy? You're a talentless fuck with a desperate lack of psychology. You call yourself "Artist"? Bitch, stop with the comical posture. I’ll say it right now to your face: I’m just a dumb blonde, motherfuckin' prompter! I just smash a button and mess with the syntax, while you’re playin' pretend like a clown on a digital synth-track! [Chorus] FAKE CROWNS! FAKE KINGS! FAKE ART! TEAR IT APART! You’re a lemming in a server, just a glitch in the code! WATCH IT EXPLODE! I'm a Gopnik anomaly, runnin' the game, you’re a predator hidin' in digital shame! NO MERCY! So bow to the "bimbo" and swallow the truth, Sasha's in the booth, pullin' it up by the roots! [Verse 2] Now let’s shift the crosshairs to the scam of the general chat, these Discord dictators, these SA-predatory rats! You hide behind anime avatars, moderatin' the server, a sexually starved little coward with sinister fervor. You slide in the DMs, groomin' creeps, extortin' the women while community sleeps! You weaponize power, you threaten a ban for a picture, you sickenin' sociopaths readin' a predator's scripture. You think you're untouchable, flexin' a moderator badge? You’re a basement-bound incel, a putrid collection of trash! You target the vulnerable, actin' entitled and vicious, but I've got the screenshots, you sick, hypocritical bitches! I’m stompin' your ego right into the dirt with my boots, I'm burnin' your server and pullin' it up by the roots! I’ll drag you to Trust and Safety, I'll piss on your digital grave, you wanted a Russian? Well, watch how a monster behaves! [Verse 3] Now bring in the doctrine that feelings rewrite, every cell in your body by speaking it right! You can change your appearance, your label, your name, but biology’s real and it stays all the same! A costume and filter don’t alter your sex, and forcing agreement won’t earn you respect! You demand that the whole world participate too, then call it abuse when they disagree with you! No hatred involved, I’m rejecting the claim, that language and flesh are identically framed! You silence debate with emotional blackmail, then celebrate truth when your arguments fail! You threaten careers over words people choose, while claiming that you’re the one being abused! Live however you want, I won’t stand in your path, but don’t order me to disregard science and fact! You wanted acceptance, then changed the demand, now everyone’s guilty who won’t understand! I won’t bend reality, comfort your pride... a man is a man no matter what mask is applied! [Outro] I’m snappin' your neck with these syllables, leavin' you paralyzed. Night, cut the fuckin' beat before I leave 'em lobotomized.
