How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
V. Moodywoke up with scratches on my faceyour gaze hits the side of my facetrouble when you walked ina weird encounter with a stranger
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve iiiiiiiiit
I didn’t recognise the lyrics, but there was a strange hypnotic rhythm to them.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
As she repeated the song, the trolls joined in. A few at first, then the whole lot of them, including Raviva. They weren’t complicated lyrics, just the same few lines over and over, but the crowd sang along like they were the most mean