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letra de i fucking hate ariana grande - rapboat

[verse]
where do i begin with ariana grande, it’s like a curse and an absolute disaster making everything worse
every time i catch that obnoxious face plastered across the web in every d-mn sp-ce
my blood starts to boil, a nuclear race with rage that’s borderline psychoti with no saving grace
i want to gouge my eyes, it’s true, with a rusty spoon and a twisted view
she’s the epitome, the top of the chain of everything i hate in this sorry-ass gamе
a shrill, self-absorbed brat with no fame yеt she brainwashed the masses which is insane
worshipped like a goddess? you’re all f-cking deluded, newsflash: she’s just karaoke, her talent excluded
with that ponytail high strangling myself seems right to escape the unbearable sight that ignites
and that d-mn ponytail, let’s dissect that curse, she’s such a f-cking lunatic it almost hurts
wears the same d-mn hair for years, like a joke of a deranged cartoon character in a choke
are you that creatively broke, bankrupt in flair that the only move left is to yank your hair?
into a monstrosity, defying all gravity’s claim, looks like it’s trying to escape from your f-cking brain
seeing that abomination makes me pull my own locks just to feel something other than this rage in shocks
pure unadulterated hatred coursing through, napalm in my veins condensing into pools
and that cursed voice is a banshee’s wail like hyenas gone rabid, making the soul frail
who told her screeching high notes was sound, like a malfunctioning alarm making my pain profound
every time her d-mn songs come on, i’m lost with my sanity slipping and bleeding ears are the cost
if i hear one more whiny note, so pitch-shifted i’ll lose my sh-t so hard, my rage will be lifted
sedate me, chain me, keep me in a hold before i tear my stereo apart, uncontrolled
and those lyrics, let’s talk about that trash, who writes this garbage, it’s a smash-and-bash
deliberately dumb, shallow to the core before people vomit from the stupidity’s roar
every track is the same f-cking mindless bore about breakups and hookups like high school lore
she never grew up, she’s stuck in the past, her discography’s shallow with depth didn’t last
like she’s trying to suck intelligence dry one insipid lyric at a time, my brain starts to fry
and holy sh-t, the fans, those drooling fools, the “arianators” or whatever they use
are you kidding me? how brain-dead must they be to worship a billboard for all that’s ugly and free
they follow her every move like sheep to the slaughter, defending her sh-t like it’s a holy charter
wake up, you delusional pr-cks, she doesn’t care, she’s counting her ticks
too busy swimming in the cash she’s made off your blind devotion, your minds enslaved
and her personality, where do i start, as genuine as a three-dollar bill, she plays her part
putting on a cutesy act, all innocent flair when in reality she’s just a petty snare
a narcissistic brat who wouldn’t know truth if it f-cked her in the ass she’d still be aloof
remember that donut-l!cking scene? what a mess spitting her germs on food no less
disgusting, self-entitled, no class to show and then brushing it off like it’s no big blow
expecting the world to bow at her feet because she can hit a few high notes that are sweet
f-ck that noise, if i see her near a bakery again i’m gonna lose my mind, insane in the den
every time she opens her mouth in an interview i feel my soul dying bit by bit it’s true
the sh-t that spills from her lips is vile, pretentious, self-important, like a crocodile’s smile
she talks like a guru, dropping fake pearls when it’s all hollow drivel, like a child who twirls
only those with the intellect of a goldfish could take her seriously, like a nightmare’s wish
how did anyone think she’s a deep thinker, she’s as deep as a kiddie pool and a shallow stinker
and those collaborations, a parasite’s play latching onto hot artists and draining them away
every time i see her name next to another’s i know it’s gonna be a trainwreck and my sanity smothers
it’s like she has a reverse midas touch where everything she touches turns to sh-t from a b-tt
and the worst part is, she keeps on trying over and over, like a s-d-st spying
inflicting pain on the world, a grand experiment before people snap and riot with intent
and if that’s not bad enough, she’s f-cking everywhere, no escape from her shrieking despair
every time you turn on the radio’s scream, there she is in your ears like a bad dream
shrieking about breakups or some stupid plight, no one with half a brain gives a f-ck, right?
infesting the airwaves like a virus that’s grown, we just can’t shake her off, it’s a plague of her own
and don’t even talk to me about her social media pride, she’s plastered all over it and there’s nowhere to hide
like a rash that won’t go away, a disease that spreads, you’d think she was a saint but it’s all in their heads
in reality, she’s just a leech, sucking life from the scene with one sh-tty song at a time, making the industry lean
and that fashion sense, if you can call it that, what the f-ck is she thinking, what a rat
parading around in clothes that look a mess like picked out by a blind raccoon in distress
dresses like a teenager raiding a thrift store and people praise her for it, it’s a bore
are you serious? it’s embarrassing as h-ll like she’s trying so hard under some spell
to be a fashion icon, but in reality she’s a joke, doesn’t know how to dress, it’s like she’s broke
and let’s not even mention those ridiculous boots, she always wears them like stolen loot
looks like they came from a power rangers set, and for the love of all that’s unholy yet
will someone tell her to stop with the baby voice act, what in the actual f-ck is that?
is she trying to be cute, or just plain dumb, she sounds like a moron, a thump and a hum
like she got kicked in the throat by a donkey no less, it’s not cute it’s just a f-cking mess
makes me want to shove my head through a wall, every time i hear it it’s like a d-mn squall
she’s trying to be innocent like a little girl lost but it’s creepy and pathetic, what a cost
stuck in arrested development with no escape in some h-ll where she can’t shape
and her attempts at being socially aware is the fakest sh-t i’ve seen, it’s rare
she jumps on every trending cause, she has no soul, she’s pretends to give a f-ck but she’s playing a role
it’s all an act, a way to look good in front of her brain-dead fans, she’s understood
they eat up her words like gospel, it’s sad, but if she gave a sh-t she’d do more than that
not just tweets or half-assed speeches, but no that requires effort, something she breaches
she’s allergic to work, too busy with her fame, too busy playing the victim, it’s all the same
every time something doesn’t go her way she cries like a spoiled child, what a display
throwing tantrums in the store of life, it’s like every tiny setback causes strife
quick to cry about how hard her life is and how she’s misunderstood and how everyone’s out to diss
maybe if she spent less time whining and more time growing up, it’d be refining
but no, that requires some maturity’s face and we all know that’s something she can’t embrace
so here we are, stuck with this f-cking mess, a world infested with her, yes
everywhere we turn she’s in our sight, she’s like a virus in the airwaves day and night
everything just a lie in plain sight yet the world keeps worshipping her which is a blight
i f-cking hate ariana grande and i guess there’s no end but just a constant decay
we live in a world where talent’s astray, she’s the queen of f-ck all but she’s leading the way

- rapboat

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