Maybe you think you're above this
Death stalk paparazzi, yeah
Don't wanna hassle you
Check out those weapons, sister, before you hit the fray
You're on the hit list
We're in business
Their knives are out and singing so sweet
Death stalk paparazzi, yeah
Red carpet massacre
Try to cruise, send out the wheels
Engage with sharper minds that cut you when you meet
Don't wanna mess with you
Red carpet massacre
No reservation, madam, no reason to know why
It's gonna mess with you
Running late, stiletto heels
Now it's time, next in line
Apply your lipstick 'fore dying in public
Don't wanna hassle you
Baby, you know where to shove it
Red carpet massacre
Red carpet massacre
When someone wants to take you down
String of pearls meet bits of gems
Any place to mess around
Red carpet massacre
Red carpet massacre
But baby, we know that you love it
There's not so many now still standing on their feet
Enter the battle of the lenses
You spend your life in preparation for this day
Breathe in the air, it's loaded with fame
