This Song May Or May Not Be About An Alt-Right Influencer – Portraits Of Tracy Lyrics
This little number goes out to…
And any other copycat
So people
I implore you to open your ears and your eyes
Hate, a bitch like you I do
When I smell your bullshit, oh I know it's true
You lie by the thousand knives
That you used to slit our wrists too many times
Times!
You, you’ll be history
You will lay down, lay down, it's your time
Oh, you mystery
I say now, say now, won’t you die
Die!
You sit, now upon your throne
While we yearn for the day we can throw the dogs your bones
Home, we’ll send you home
A bullet in the— is just right for what you’ve sown
You, you’ll be history
You will lay down, lay down, it's your time
Oh, you mystery
I say now, say now, won’t you die
You, you’ll be history
You will lay down, lay down, it's your time
Oh, you mystery
I say now, say now, won’t you die
Die!
I want my MTV!
