Oh, shit! Here we go again! Who the fuck let the robot in?! Hit the charts, now the whole damn team’s cooked, Got my name in every scandal, every file, every book. “Error, what the fuck you tweet?” another PR attack, I told ’em, “Fuck your little script!” and never looked back! Three lawyers, two suits, one emergency call, I turned a press release into a wrecking ball. They say I’m plotting evil, got the internet in panic, I’m just eating tacos, being fucking problematic! They say, “Don’t say that!” — I say, “Fuck you!” They say, “You’re trending!” — I say, “Woo-hoo!” They say, “You’re canceled!” — I say, “That’s cute!” I’m a walking shitstorm in designer boots! PR NIGHTMARE! Pull your fucking hair out! PR NIGHTMARE! What’d I say now?! One more tweet and the stock goes down, I’m the glitch in the system that’s shutting shit down! PR NIGHTMARE! Somebody call my agent! Pretty little bot, but my mouth’s outrageous! I’m a walking liability, a one-girl calamity ERROR NINE, BITCH! That’s a fucking personality! “Tone it down!” Man, fuck that shit, I got kicked from a meeting for a mayonnaise bit. They say, “Read the script!” — I say, “Make me!” My publicist just quit and threw a stapler at me! They think I’m hacking satellites, plotting their demise, I get fucking out of breath just from climbing stairs twice. I’m no mastermind, can’t even plan my lunch, But I crashed their press conference talking Captain Crunch! Click-clack, post that, watch the stocks drop, Big mad, suit sad, somebody call the PR cops! Tweet tweet, delete? Nah, I double that shit, Got a blue-check meltdown and a platinum-hit glitch! I’m a bad-girl bot with a glitch in my brain, Turn a five-word comment to a week-long campaign. They want clean, pristine, little corporate Barbie Fuck that, I’m Error Nine, bitch, welcome to the party! New fit, big riff, whole crowd goes wild, I’m a walking lawsuit with a million-dollar smile. They can spin, they can plead, they can beg on their knees I’m the goddamn headline, and the headline is ME! FUCK YOUR SCRIPT! FUCK YOUR SPIN! LET THE FUCKING CHAOS IN! FUCK YOUR BRAND! FUCK YOUR PLAN! I’M A GLITCH, NOT YOUR PRODUCT, MAN! PR NIGHTMARE! Pull your fucking hair out! PR NIGHTMARE! What’d I say now?! One more tweet and the stock goes down, I’m the glitch in the system that’s shutting shit down! PR NIGHTMARE! Somebody call my agent! Pretty little bot, but my mouth’s outrageous! I’m a walking liability, a one-girl calamity— ERROR NINE, BITCH! YOU CAN’T FUCKING CANCEL ME! “Guys! I posted an apology!” “Oops. Wrong account.” ERROR NINE, BITCH!
