Tinkerbelle

You got a deathwish? Well I'm your Tinkerbell And I clap back Waiting on the bus back to a beatdown Hell With my bad intentions in a fat stack Talkin' that talk is bad for your health You must've been thinking of someone else Pockets filled up with lighters and knives Short tempers and shorter lives You're not scary you just make us mad Why you out here kickin' at hives? Laced up our fightin' and dancin' shoes You've got none of the rhythm and all of the blues Ooh what's that sound? We're gonna catch ya on the way down Yeah we love the way you shape shift, we're gonna hit ya on the rebound Nothing to hide and nothing to lose... You wanna see what my friends can do? Everyone here is half dead and twice as mean as you