Stuporstar - Sadistik, Kristoff Krane

Who the fuck you think you are walking like a superstar

Squawking like you knew the part but you have got obtuse and lost (yeah)

That chain is like a shiny noose you bought

It matches with the newer car you’ve got to hide the bruise and scars

You claim to be the king of hearts but never drew the card

You can buy your liqour but can’t drink up with your stupid talk

Yeah you think you’re fly, you’re hot inside a few salons

But your parachute is gone, this is where the music stops

Kristoff Krane

Who the fuck you think you are walking like a superstar

Past life burnt out — this is where the future starts

Pseudo art will no longer be sold at the supermarket

To define the poison’s like the blood that flows through Lucifer

Who you are, just a blemish, claiming you’re a beauty mark

My territory like Medusa — eight snakes through your heart (yeah)

I mean the snakes ate through your heart

Soft spots exposed every time you try to prove you’re hard