Take down the goddamn Google ad
That says I'm indie, indie is sad
Indie goes in the garbage, it goes bad
I write real music, I am metal clad
This was written by a female artist
Let's see who goes the hardest
Girls can't play guitar well here it goes
Come see my les Paul at one of my shows
You have a squire and your riff blows
Girls just want to keep you on your toes
Oh girly girl girl
Give me a whirl
Give me a twirl
Sweet mother of Pearl
In what world
Should you get in a word
I'm emerging haven't you heard
You're deferred
The lines are not blurred
Mocking bird
No originals, f*cking nerd
I'm better rest assured
I have a spot secured
And another thing
I bring
Is a sting
A queen to be king
A bitch who can sing
And rap
And all that crap chap
And I made this song
Not to hum along
I'm a woman beaten on
And I need to right a wrong
Because you're just a moron
And are scared to come upon
A girl way beyond
I'm killed it globally on Amazon
Your music being embalmed
Do you care to respond