Lyrics
[Intro] You really typed that. With your chest. Alright. [Chorus] Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! (Delete!) Toe pics? KILL YOURSELF! (Kill!) Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! (Delete!) You weird as hell! (Hell!) Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! (Delete!) Royal soles ain’t for peasants! Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! (Delete!) Touch grass or get beheaded! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! Ninth Ring death sentence! [Verse 1] You slid in my DMs talkin’ “king size 13 majesty” Bro, the only thing getting stepped on is your dignity I read that message twice just to make sure I wasn’t trippin’ Then blocked you so fast the app started glitchin’ You out here beggin’ for arches like a medieval peasant These feet walked on planets you couldn’t spell, unpleasant “Pretty please your highness” — nah, pretty please vanish Your whole bloodline just got excommunicated from the planet [Chorus – crowd screaming “DELETE!”] Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! (Delete!) Toe pics? KILL YOURSELF! (Kill!) Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! (Delete!) You weird as hell! (Hell!) Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! (Delete!) Royal soles ain’t for peasants! Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! (Delete!) Touch grass or get beheaded! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! Ninth Ring death sentence! [Verse 2] You really thought a galactic sovereign sells foot content? I sell extinction events, your hard drive’s the first shipment You typed “rate my loyalty 1-10” with the foot emoji I gave you a zero and a one-way ticket to the void, brokey Your search history a war crime, your browser needs bleach I screenshotted your @ and sent it to the entire fleet Now the whole Ninth Ring laughing at your desperate ass Feet stay in orbit, you stay in the past [Bridge ] You want toes? Here’s a tractor beam to the sun Enjoy the tan, freak [Final Chorus] Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! Toe simp? ERASE YOURSELF! Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! Whole bloodline felt that! Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! Crown too high for your level! Feet? DELETE YOURSELF! Vex’tharr said “go to hell, bro”! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! Blocked, muted, and deleted DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! Feet stay royal — you stay defeated! [Outro] Coordinates locked. Beam ready. Bye, foot boy.