The antichrist superstar, hyperpunkstar-no guitar
And if I was in World War 3
They would call me-call me: Le Spitfire
The antichrist superstar, hyperpunkstar-no guitar
And if I was in World War 3
They would call me-call me

It's about to get too rowdy fucking right now
Growing horns, I'm terror propaganda
The day I was born the-the earth died
Dro-drop dead in your IG
Crushing all your iPhones and fuck your drip
Fuck... money
Anti God
Like a 3-6, like a 3-6-6

I'm the destroyer and high fashion killer
404 zero gang
Straight up, fuck that shit
I roll alone without clica
Paralyze, terrorize, prosecuted, I'm freaked out

Lines, Motorola, paranoid-hypothermia
Mom, dad-voices-schizophrenia
BITCH, this is how braincells sound dying
A dead man talking, cannot be lying

The antichrist superstar, hyperpunkstar no guitar
And if I was in World War 3
They would call me-call me Le Spitfire

The antichrist superstar, hyperpunk star no guitar

Puta! se me cayo el Niño Dios
And I just killed rock and roll

Soy un holograma de Hannah Montana
But bitchier and browner and packing katana
Post-human mode, I'm higher than Lana
Only mortals speak USD and Balenciaga
An exoskeleton, illegal external
Died a hundred times, fucking eternal
In every country an illegal
Day after day me suicidaaa

A spectral guerrilla
In Scream I was the ghost face killer
Cops getting shot compilations
People dying uncensored
Running sweating cold
Running sweating cold
I'm on the board of my weekly crisis

I shot Versace
Crack!
Decoded Fibonacci
Faster than Nadia Comaneci
Bomb attack at Milan Fashion week... I'm laughing

Piss on your Gucci
A chainsaw to your Yeezys
Let's fucking re-crucify Jesus
Razorz the main cryptosubject
Keep showing your shit on the stories y te cae el kidnap

Machetazo sound system
Full Vossi Bop-ragga
Superstyling! bodies hanging from their gold chains
And if I spot you, RA-TA-TA-TA-TAAA!

La Santa Muerte, deep web y Aderall
10 key de pura y 6 de cristal
Don't care about anyone soy asexual
I am a hunter and sell you suicide

Find me in the tears of rich parents
Thieves like us, tengo drugs in my body
Making earthquakes and a million tsunamis
Boy you are drowning? sorry I don't speak Armani

Bow down for the Third World God
Getting shot at your high school
Para la suka a bazooka
Najui zhizn, najui tebya