Nothing,nowhere. Quebec

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Cult, cult, cult, cult
You are officially tuned into Reaper Radio (Radio, radio)
The last station you will ever hear (Hear, hear)

Tell me what you really know about me (Nothing)
All black fit with the Realtree kicks
Man, I get so excited when they doubt me (Fuck it)
Big ass truck with a scythe in the trunk, man
I remember cookin’ in the basement (Cult)
Five hundred songs and I never saw a payment
Nothing that you say can ever hurt me (Cult)
Ten thousand hours and nobody ever heard me

Yeah, yeah, got a studio by Canada
Lately I be speaking Québécois
I don’t need a label or a job
Yeah, independent every single drop

Let it drop
Four tapes in a year, I won’t stop
Yeah, I finished and they never even start
Why you say goin’ hard when you not?

Yeah, I ain’t really worried what you saying, you a Reddit mod
Commenting on everything I do, pussy, get a job
You ain’t ever played a show in Germany for 20k
I could sell a show in any country any given day
Hol’ up, why you steady hating with the family?
Got a wife and kids missing you ’cause you been stanning me
Swear to god my biggest opps be sayin’ they a fan of me
(Mr. Misanthrope and now I’m screaming „Fuck humanity”)

Tell me what you really know about me (Nothing)
All black fit with the Realtree kicks
Man, I get so excited when they doubt me (Fuck it)
Big ass truck with a scythe in the trunk, man
I remember cookin’ in the basement (Cult)
Five hundred songs and I never saw a payment
Nothing that you say can ever hurt me (Cult)
Ten thousand hours and nobody ever heard me
Cult, cult, cult, cult
Cult