POP! (Cherri’s Assault) (Video Version) lyrics

[DEMON 1 (PARANOiD DJ), spoken]
Man, the West side's really gone to... Well, you know...

[DEMON 2 (Ark), spoken]
An' that's sayin' somethin'. It seems like it's changin' hands every other week! Or, at least... people are trying to make it change hands

[DEMON 1, spoken]
Who even owns this plot now, anyway?

[DEMON 3 (Riri), spoken]
Yo... it doesn't belong to that... freaky radio dog guy, does it?

[DEMON 1, spoken]
I thought he was a deer...?

[DEMON 2, spoken]
Who gives a sh*t? I bet they won't be much of a-

[CHERRI BOMB (Cycoriot), spoken]
I was wonderin' why my ears were burning! Guess that answers that... So what brings you to my side of town, boys?

[DEMON 2, spoken]
Who the f*ck are you?!

[CHERRI BOMB, spoken]
Oh, come on! You really don't know?
[DEMON 1, spoken]
b*tch, answer the que—

[CHERRI BOMB, spoken]
Wеll, if you're gonna be like that... I guеss it's time you punks got a little history lesson

[Intro: Krystal LaPorte]
I'ma make it pop

[Verse 1: Cycoriot]
Fell into hell alone, like anybody else
Nothin' special, nothin' deadly, just a one-eyed shell (Woah oh oh)
No luck, no love, just a girl gone numb
Didn't have claws or magic circles, dug my way out the slums

[Verse 2: Cycoriot]
But it didn't hold me back, I rose to take my throne
Rush of destruction in my body makes it feel like home (Woah oh oh)
I've taken out the toughest guys who tried to f*ck with me
You wanna play as well? Well, come and take a peek

[Chorus: Cycoriot, Cycoriot & PARANOiD DJ]
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
[Post-Chorus: Cycoriot]
(I'ma make it...)
Blowin' up the mold
(I'ma make it pop!)

[Verse 3: Cycoriot, PARANOiD DJ]
Causin' total devastation while the cameras roll
Me and my partner makin' art with bloody shells and yolk (Woah oh oh)
Glitter and dust, the only bond that we trust
Don't need princesses or redemption
Just a spider with guts

[Verse 3: Cycoriot]
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: Cycoriot, Cycoriot & PARANOiD DJ]
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
[Post-Chorus: Cycoriot]
(I'ma make it...)
Blowin' up the mold
(I'ma make it pop!)

[Bridge: PARANOiD DJ, Cycoriot, Cycoriot & PARANOiD DJ]
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 (Woah 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: Cycoriot, Cycoriot & PARANOiD DJ]
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: Krystal LaPorte]
Forever after, always