[Verse 1] Red numbers and hearts flashing on the screen Holding a subscribe button like you're wearing a crown "I made you who you are," you boast as you walk in One wrong move and you threaten to unsubscribe Trying to shape my world to fit your taste Political games and toxic drama in the chat Writing your own laws with a single comment Dragging me down the second you're displeased [Chorus] Super Chat is your armor, your bank account a weapon Firing yellow arrows, acting like you own the place Did you think a little cash could buy my soul? A chaotic circus of insults and false accusations The puppet dancing to your whim is gone now You shadow-king, in your fake little kingdom [Verse 2] The comment section's a battlefield, tearing each other apart Dividing into factions, holding me hostage "I only do this because I'm a fan"βsuch a tired excuse You just want to crush me to feel a rush of power Your face hidden behind the monitor's glare Spreading rumors and hate wherever you wander A twisted obsession just waiting for my downfall Here's my conclusion: you're no fan at all [Chorus] Super Chat is your armor, your bank account a weapon Firing yellow arrows, acting like you own the place Did you think a little cash could buy my soul? A chaotic circus of insults and false accusations The puppet dancing to your whim is gone now You shadow-king, in your fake little kingdom [Bridge] Power trips masked behind fancy alert sounds The days of shaking over a mere number are over Your control stops right here You don't own me anymore [Outro] Hit that unsubscribe button. Go ahead, suit yourself. The owner of this channel is me, not you. Take off that fake crown and get outβ Out of your little fantasy kingdom.
