Easy E


Ding dong, the witch was gone but get the notion out of your head
Wasn’t due to you so your theory, much like your brain cells, is dead
Tried to break a bond but guess what you got caught
Think you’re something but truth is you’re not that hot
So much class when you are cheating with the guy next door
I’ll let you in on something facty, you’re a base level whore
You think that I’m jealous of you but you really mixed up the game
The one you love told me you admitted you’re jealous of me by name
You will never be on my level, so don’t even try to compete
But I wouldn’t ever expect you to graciously accept defeat
You’re like herpes, which I’m sure you know, never goes away
Talk all you want now, this is the last thing I will say

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