You're throwing everything you have at me
Cheap shots, low blows, will you ever let it go
You're so pathetic give it a rest
You're not gonna win you're never gonna
You love the sound of your own voice
And the crown of death upon your head, come on
You and all your royalty, on the edge of infamy
You're going to taste my fist
You're so good at stretching the truth into a sugar coated lie
Everyone takes a bite
I have been dining with the enemy
It was a wolf in sheep's clothing now it's so clear to me