Oh my God
I protect my peace like it’s world war three
Got my nukes aimed right at you don’t blink
Is that smoke or steam out your ears tell me
Why do you suck at everything
Vampire
Expire
Someone burn it with fire
Cause you’re a liar
And I’m tired
Like smash bros choose your fighter
Choose your fighter
Babe the way I let you let you treat me makes me sick
You need to rinse your mouth cause you were always talking shit
Now you’re crying on my couch and screaming words that rhyme with witch
The truth is I outgrew you meta metamorphosis
Meta meta meta meta meta
Meta meta meta meta meta
Meta meta meta meta meta
Metamorphosis
Meta meta meta meta meta
Oh my God
You’re like 3.1415
Irrational logic deprived
And like the palace of Versailles
Yeah heads will roll if you don’t decide
To retire
You’re fired
Yeah bon voyage
Good sire
Cause you’re a liar
And I’m tired
Like smash bros choose your fighter
Choose your fighter
Babe the way I let you let you treat me makes me sick
You need to rinse your mouth cause you were always talking shit
Now you’re crying on my couch and screaming words that rhyme with witch
The truth is I outgrew you meta metamorphosis
Meta meta meta meta meta
Meta meta meta meta meta
Meta meta meta meta meta
Metamorphosis
Meta meta meta meta meta
Meta meta meta meta meta
Meta meta meta meta meta
Meta meta meta meta meta
Metamorphosis
Meta meta meta meta meta
Babe the way I let you let you treat me makes me sick
You need to rinse your mouth cause you were always talking shit
Now you’re crying on my couch and screaming words that rhyme with witch
The truth is I outgrew you meta metamorphosis
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