It’z a Scene Thing

[Verse 1: Insolent Myth]
I gotta little bit a sum a fruity pebble snacks
And if you don’t wanna get high then don’t you fuckin’ add me back
I bet your stupid party’s wack and everyone’s callin’ it trash
We’re over here, we smokin’ packs
And droppin’ acid, highs that last
We spittin’ facts, you fuckin’ faggots are in fact
All the exact dumb fucking pussies we attack
With loaded macs and when we clap your stupid asses
It’s all over, murder masses, you’re the type that we all leave all in the streets
Go to the streets where you all motherfucking bleed
I’m a real bad boy with some rеal bad toys
Makin’ real loud noise, you gone diе, don’t have a choice
I’m like Eminem and Royce, Bad Meets Evil, and I gotta loud voice
And man, your face about to get destroyed
Your torn up body really gives me joy
You don’t have a fuckin’ voice, it’s only me, me, me
Motherfucker, you think not? Then you will bleed, bleed, bleed
I fuckin’ stink, I reek of weed
The first one found in hide and seek
I don’t know you but I don’t care, you’re blood will leak, leak, leak
Fuck sleep, my ass is up twenty-four-seven
Annoying everybody while I'm blastin' "To Eleven"
The days are really shitty, but the nights are fucking heaven
I escape from reality and my really bad depression
In the morning at my school, they use oppression as a weapon
Their obsession with aggression is keeping me from succession
But I hope that my confession gets them thinking with discretion
Cuz I reckon feeling lessened ain't that good for my progression
Anyways, all of the late nights are so different, magnificent
I'm myself again, ain't diffident, feel like a kid, I'm innocent
I'm super literate, not illiterate, not considerate
Maybe y'all will consider that you guys are fucking irritant
You're ignorant, just face the facts, I am the better man
Don't give a fuck or a damn, and no, I will not shake your hand
Cuz you're fuckin' stupid, man, and don't you know you're nobodies champ?
Nobody's cheering you on, at least I got some fuckin' fans

[Chorus: Insolent Myth] (x2)
It’s a scene thing, blowin’ smoke rings
Got a perc in my drink, what did you bring?
What do you sing? If it ain’t scene, man
Get the fuck out of my sight, with the mainstream

[Verse 2: Insolent Myth]
I’ve waited patiently, can all you people see?
I’m on a killing spree, and none of you can leave
Don’t see how I’m a freak, these are harmless jokes
Your blood won’t really leak, but you deserve it though
I have to ask you people, how is my music evil?
I just like making metal, I don’t worship the Devil
Let’s get this fucking settled, our music is for rebels
Why the fuck you duckin’? You should join us, you would love it

[Chorus: Insolent Myth] (x2)
It’s a scene thing, blowin’ smoke rings
Got a perc in my drink, what did you bring?
What do you sing? If it ain’t scene, man
Get the fuck out of my sight, with the mainstream

[Verse 3: Dart Darling]
Dart Darling's coming in to make it hot
With the underage girls and decomposition rot
With the scene elite stars that you think you wanna top
But the competitions steep so you better bring a lot
Bring cash for the honey bring money for your girl
Your audacity is about to make me hurl
Put the pedal to the metal less you think you need to stop
You're in over your head babe, ready for the drop
Drop that ass down till that pussy hits the floor
Serve cunt serve the drinks and when I holler, give me more
I put the 'court' into your courteous; we're royalty at work
You wait on us, cutie, here's my queen so stay alert

[Pre-Chorus: Maya Malice]
Lookin’ fly with my hella poofy hair
Pullin’ up with my crew rockin’ scene queen flair
Here you sayin’ you ain’t feelin’ what I wear
But I see you fuckin’ stare, bitch, why do you care?

[Chorus: Insolent Myth] (x4)
It’s a scene thing, blowin’ smoke rings
Got a perc in my drink, what did you bring?
What do you sing? If it ain’t scene, man
Get the fuck out of my sight, with the mainstream