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PARANOiD DJ & Cycoriot - 'POP! (Cherri's Assault)' feat. Krystal LaPorte (Hazbin Hotel Pilot)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PARANOiD DJ
PARANOiD DJ
Performer
Cycoriot
Cycoriot
Vocals
Krystal LaPorte
Krystal LaPorte
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Cooper
Gavin Cooper
Songwriter
Saoren Ariane Corniuk
Saoren Ariane Corniuk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PARANOiD DJ
PARANOiD DJ
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I'ma make it pop
[Verse 1]
Fell into hell alone, like anybody else
Nothin' special, nothin' deadly, just a one-eyed shell (Whoa-oh-oh)
No luck, no love, just a girl gone numb
Didn't have claws or magic circles, dug my way out the slums
But it didn't hold me back, I rose to take my throne
Rush of destruction in my body makes it feel like home (Whoa-oh-oh)
I've taken out the toughest guys who tried to fuck with me
You wanna play as well? Well, come and take a peek
[Chorus]
Got the fame playin' war games, better stay up in your lane
Droppin' matches, catch you star gazin', watch you all go up in flames
Sweet like forbidden fruit, sour like a sting of pain
You know what's 'bout to hit ya, better say my name
I'm the bomb, I'm a detonator ready to explode
Take a step into my playground, you ain't got nowhere to go
Poppin' like a firecracker, yeah, I'll burn right through your soul
I ain't like no one here, I'm blowin' up the mold
[Refrain]
Blowin' up the mold
[Verse 2]
Causin' total devastation while the cameras roll
Me and my partner makin' art with bloody shells and yolk (Whoa-oh-oh)
Glitter and dust, the only bond that we trust
Don't need princesses or redemption, just a spider with guts
Inside the city, snakes are movin' in to steal my zone
Can feel my trigger finger's itchin' and I just might blow
Crackin' airships, eggs and kneecaps, now, old man, you're really testin' me
Ran outta ammo, guess I'll hit you with this beat
[Chorus]
Got the fame playin' war games, better stay up in your lane
Droppin' matches, catch you star gazin', watch you all go up in flames
Sweet like forbidden fruit, sour like a sting of pain
You know what's 'bout to hit ya, better say my name
I'm the bomb, I'm a detonator ready to explode
Take a step into my playground, you ain't got nowhere to go
Poppin' like a firecracker, yeah, I'll burn right through your soul
I ain't like no one here, I'm blowin' up the mold
[Refrain]
Blowin' up the mold
[Bridge]
Livin' the dream until my body drops
Chasing infamy and ratings or the money stops
Gotta hustle, work to please a greedy TV screen
And so my afterlife's a never-ending movie scene (Whoa-oh-oh)
But you can't stop me going for the kill
I'll break your heart like you broke mine, and I'll keep goin' still
A town of sinners and I'm gonna be the one on top
So you can watch me make it pop!
I'ma make it pop
[Chorus]
Got the fame playin' war games, better stay up in your lane
Droppin' matches, catch you star gazin', watch you all go up in flames
Sweet like forbidden fruit, sour like a sting of pain
You know what's 'bout to hit ya, better say my name
I'm the bomb, I'm a detonator ready to explode
Take a step into my playground, you ain't got nowhere to go
Poppin' like a firecracker, yeah, I'll burn right through your soul
I ain't like no one here, I'm blowin' up the mold
[Outro]
Forever after, always
Written by: Gavin Cooper, Krystal LaPorte, Saoren Ariane Corniuk
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