White Noise

[Verse 1: Istasha]
Caught in breakrooms
Unofficial excavations
Digging deep inside the mind to find the problems are fictitious
Want a part among the victims?
See your knees get blown to pieces
Iwo Jima style, no big surprise
When pride is up, decrease it
Fuck is in your patience, I would pay to see you waste it
Like a prostitute with no excuse but reckless evocation
See the blisters on your conscience
Catch you neck-less and beheaded
Part from body, spilling nonsense
Automated off of credit
Running out of steam I'll see you drowning with the fishes
No supply, no pressure
Waste of power , where's the bitches?
Train your pride to find some fuel to ride tracks and hide your hypocritic eyes up on your plate
And dine alright for preaching bugs and crickets
Sit your ass down full like, "I get the bag"
Ain't depressed still run that shit, "I get the bag"
See a freshman lie
Never ever hit the back
With your practice, act like trash

[Verse 2: Depth Strida]
Writing about stuff I hate?
Ay, that's no fucking problem
First thing is that his dad should have used a fucking condom
Fuck
Shit is getting personal
Your stuff unaccessible
'Cause earrape is arrestable

[Hook: Depth Strida]
Ay, Strida and Istasha
Dirty flow like gutter
When you flow, you stutter
You a motherfucker
Ay, Strida and Istasha
Dirty flow like gutter
When you flow, you stutter
You a motherfucker

[Verse 3: Depth Strida]
Fuck
Come
Test me bitch
Show me all your stupid hits
I don’t care 'bout clicks
I see that you beg for it
Trap metal is a fucking bliss
Just influenced by stupid kids
That beefing over stupid shit
Like which screams more distorted is
Get your fucking shit together
Show the scene that you're mature
No one of us will be ever
Famous like your favorite rapper, bitch