GRUDGES

I′m a perfect little angel for you
I always say “please” and “thank you”
And every time you spit in my face
And shit on my space, I still was true
But I feel so horny lately
No, like, horns are growing out my face, like
I just wanna burn bridges and kill bitches
And pour their medicine in their mouth
And give them a taste

It’s erotica, leave me in the dirt
Call me a bitch, and I′ll show you worse
Words ain’t shit ‘til my knuckles hurt
Keep it coming, though

I′m sweet, but wait ′til a Scorpio slides
In the mix, and gouges both of your eyes
Fuck around that much, and oh, you’ll find a grudge for life
Call the cops, I′ll feed two birds with a scone
Gonna wish that you just left me alone
Keep it on me real tight like Sylvester Stallone
Knock, knock, are you home?

Ahem
Now look at what you’ve done to me
I used to let them step on my vertebrae
And now, I′m the one skipping, and laughing, and cheering
It’s baffling how magic works
I mean, I lit a candle for this, burned some bay leaves for this
Cried to God for this (AHHH!)
Ha, to turn me into a, “I don′t give a single flying fuckity
Fuck, fuck, fuck” machine

Basic, aren’t ya? Santa Monica
Pale white skin, like Antarctica
My angels put a hex on you
(Guess they had a grudge too)

I’m sweet, but wait ′til a Scorpio slides
In the mix, and gouges both of your eyes
Fuck around that much and, oh, you′ll find a grudge for life
Call the cops, I’ll feed two birds with a scone
Gonna wish that you just left me alone
Keep it on me real tight like Sylvester Stallone
Knock, knock, are you home?

No rhyme or reason for your mistreatment
You got me up now, smashing the ceiling
Ceiling
And now I′m up, now, baby, I’m up now, oh
You woke me up, the monster is up
She′s ready to pounce

I’m sweet, but wait ′til a Scorpio slides
In the mix, and gouges both of your eyes
Fuck around that much and, oh, you’ll find a grudge for life