She got a god complex, no care in her context
Weapon? Bettin' on sex, Devil in her contacts
Napoleon Bonaparte, she mastered her chosen art
She'd laugh at a broken heart, the staff make her ocean part
What's written in her diary's the opposite she try to be
Vice clutches, try to free
Fight's dutchess, rivalry
She hides under shroud, in a cloud of her tyrant speech
Lies and she's proud, stand on mound at the highest peak
Komodo dragon's breath
Sex, with a succubus
Photo camera lens
Apex, of a hunteress
Porno talented
No less, what her tongue suggest
Overfamish him
Then be textbook, underdressed
She's rotten to core
She know just how to work him
Internet attention whore
She act the same in person
She knew how to start a war
And win it if it worsen
Had the greatest of allure
He'd think there's no better version, pity
She a devil with a halo
You do it 'cuz she say so
She wore the veil like a, bride
Sailed in the, light
Paled when compared to worst when she, lied
Failed to provide
To males that she, liked
Dare to be there, get a hearse by her, side
Everybody saw a power team, that's how it seems
Happy flower things, when they ask "how are things"
She was cowering, way beneath the towering
Truth, only proof's in the silence that was souring
Hall and Oates, she a Maneater
Chicks sayin' she a damn diva
I just couldn't stand to keep her
I bet that you can't either
Pops was all abusive, hundred proofin' all the time
So she grew up, knowin' too much, started losin' all her mind
(She just)
Hurt men, curse men, to serve up all her vengeance
(She just)
Work them, murk them, to swerve their independence
In them six-inch heels, ready for her next victim
She just goin' by the feels, exactly why she picked him, pity
She don't date no asshole
She put on the mask, though
Then she hit the lasso
On the unsuspecting man