You're a walking contradiction cuz you are alive

That's how we thrive

Outside of the hive

You've got a truly brutal sick-f*** mentality

Do as you please

On calloused hands and knees

Grab a rag grab a mop: out, out damn unclean spot

No I don't think so, ho

God, no--Not on my show

You wanna use it gonna break it just to fake and f***in’ make it

So much blood on your hands

From a dirty man’s glands

At the top your head is spinning so you don’t look down

Why lend a hand to them when

You’re the gem and

You’ve proved that you are tough; yeah you’re the queen, honey

So why is it stinging

When angels be singing

Maybe shoulda thought of that instead of carcass lies

So many lives

So few tries

Sad you mustn’t want this song to belong to you

Although you wrote it

Even the ‘ho’ bit

Yeah that’s the price we gotta pay for fame and subtle gloating

Crass emoting

To afford the bloating--Now.

These are the things we do now.

This is our currency now.

Never a question of how.

These are the things we do now.