FUCK THAT

(Intro) Fuck that. Shit. Fuck. (Verse 1) Stepped off the stage, hundred kids wanted my WeChat Felt like a boss till some bitch posted fake iPhone crap Said she won it in a blind box, I bought that shit Slid into her DMs, she said "just ad money, forget it" Fuck you mean forget it? You lying for pocket change? No spine, no brain, you broke-ass fake (Verse 2) Went to her dorm, told her that's wrong Whole room silent, she deleted it, moved on I posted a warning, some freshman prick messaged me "Scammers ain't bad, dumb fucks fall for it easy" Fuck you. Say that shit to my face. Wrote your words on paper, ripped it, slammed the table till my vein bled That's four hundred CCs of fuck-you-red (Verse 3) Found the bitch in charge, Law School sophomore "Why you make students post that garbage?" "Sponsor. Ignore. It's legal, signed a contract." "Go find my boss." "Who's your boss?" "I don't know, fuck off." That night I cried blood, couldn't sleep shit Saw a blood donation bus, gave four hundred CCs just to feel something sharp You think that's crazy? Fuck you, it's art. (Chorus) Sponsor? Fuck off. Ignore? Suck my dick. Your contract's toilet paper, your attitude makes me sick. I'm done asking, done chasing, done trying to fix your shit. Delete you one by one, ghost you, flick. Don't tell me I'm too much. Fuck you. You ain't shit. (Verse 4) April twenty-fourth, primary school, I'm the goddamn teacher Third-grade runt mumbles "shòu zhe" — suffer, endure, bitch. I thought he called me skinny, nah, it's a viral disrespect pitch. "Just take it, swallow it, shut the fuck up," that's the translation. Fuck you, kid. You're eight? I don't care. You just handed me the same knife they stabbed me with for years. "Don't think too much." "Just get over it." That shit pumped blood from my heart for a decade. And now you, milk-teeth, TikTok-brain, burping out "suffer"? Fuck that. (Verse 5) Classroom's a zoo, kids screaming, throwing stuffed toys I'm shouting "shut up or no break", voice shredding, no choice Senses crashing, brain frying, but I keep teaching the exercise That little shit I told to stay? He bolted. Gone. Fuck this. Spring's frying my nerves, I'm dieting, mood's a fractured mirror Some old teacher tells me, "Don't be so sensitive, you'll never survive here." Fuck you, survivor-shamer. This "sensitivity" is my fucking radar. You call it weak, I call it seeing through your mediocre armor. (Bridge) Another girl posts the same fucking phone bait I warn her, she spits, "I'll just block you, your problem, not mine." Fuck. You. Fist clenched, want to scream, want to break something. Instead I delete her. Honor student, teacher's pet, popular queen. But to me? A sellout for pocket change. I delete you. Clean. (Chorus) Sponsor? Fuck off. Ignore? Suck my dick. Your contract's toilet paper, your attitude makes me sick. I'm done asking, done chasing, done trying to fix your shit. Delete you one by one, ghost you, flick. Don't tell me I'm too much. Fuck you. You ain't shit. (Verse 6) I posted online: "What's wrong with kids today? Viral poison, no respect." Party secretary calls: "Delete it. Sensitive ideology. You'll get checked." Fuck. Deleted. But I'm not wrong. You all act like this is normal: kids cursing teachers, lying ads, shrugging along. So I'm the freak? Fine. I'm the fucking freak. I'm the one who still bleeds when the world's this cheap. (Outro) Fuck "shòu zhe" and fuck "what's the big deal?" Fuck anyone who told me "just chill." I don't chill. I burn. I feel. It's real. You say I can't teach because I'm too tight? Fuck that. I'll teach harder. I'll be the knife's edge light. I see every kid's eyes, even when their mouth first throws shit. I'll stand there and say: "Words have weight. Respect isn't pretend." Fuck this season's pain, fuck my own brain's high-wire strain. High sensitivity ain't my cage, it's my fucking flame. I'm unpolished, unsoftened, undefeated. Fuck you very much. I'm done. Delete it.