[Intro: Arca]
I wasn't even trying to record tonight
But then I saw this fucking email from Sega with this beat
And I'm just like, right away, right away
Right away, right away, right away
Rite of passage, this is what it is

[Verse: Arca]
Limping (Oh)
Instant, needless
Feel it, darkness, teeming
Running, flowing, push it till you—
On my pussy, on my pussy
You think I don't have a pussy?
Look at this pussy, bitch
Look at this fucking dick
Licking tranny cum
What you want?
You wanna suck on these titties, bitch?
C'mon, come up to me
Come up to me, bitch I dare you, fucking dare you bitch
Come up to me, I might be acting all fucking quiet and shit
Sitting on a couch, pretending like I don't fucking know
What you're fucking talking about
Fucking sub-tweeting in fucking real life, what the fuck?
You're so fucking cheap, like, say it to my fucking face
Oh shit! You won't, 'cause you're scared
You're scared, you're fucking dripping with fear
Dripping with fear
And I'm gonna give you a reason to be afraid now, bitch
Look at me, just fucking look at me
You won't even fucking make eye contact
You're talking all that shit
Stealing glances at me in a fucking club
Like I don't fucking hear you, fuck you!
Come and touch me, bitch, I dare you, and it's on
[Outro: Eartheater]
Shut the fuck up!
I'm about to embroider your mouth shut!
What the fuck! Ah!
I'm about to cross-stitch all over your lips! Ah!
Embroider your mouth shut! Ah!
I'm about to embroider your mouth shut!
Shut the—