Lyrics:

I used to think that labels were pimps
Then the ship started to sink
Then the shit started to stink
And they went limp
I learned some new tricks
Learned some new tricks
Churned out music
Super produced it
Now I'm footloose fancy free
Problem is you don't dance for me
Can't you see, I sell fantasy
That's what bonds my fans to me
They laugh at the insanity thanks to me
But if I don't sell tickets I'm cancelling

The other entertainers are incompetent
They want to sound hard like consonants
But it's all false confidence
The audience is dominant
Now it's obvious, I'm autonomous
I can smoke weed reading the Economist
My father is the one who taught me all of this
I told you I'm a different kind of bottom bitch
I'm at your service, you seem nervous
Relax you deserve it
Here's a melody to lubricate your tear ducts
You're about to be earfucked

It's really simple
Really, it's not rocket science
I am a product
You are a client
You are the house wife
I'm the appliance
You're so demanding
So I'm supplying
I'm good at it, became an addict
I'm making music, making money, making magic
It doesn't have to be tragic
It takes practise now it's automatic
Hardcore
27 hours did you want more?
It's going to be a long war
You're done for
Fucking with the wrong whore

I'm a different kind of prostitute