Mean Girls
(Ugh, as if!)
I'm so sick of those
Fake
Sexy
Mean girls
This ain't The Heathers
We mystics in leather
I'm so sick of those
Sick of those
Sick of those
Sick
Sick
Sick
I'm so sick of those
Fake
Sexy
Mean girls
This ain't The Heathers
We mystics in leather
I'm so sick of those
Fake
Sexy
Mean girls
Let's teach the wrong
How to be
Deliciously right
Count to ten
Bless this beat
Now bow please
For the Infinite Bag Democracy
Enforces that I lead
And unfortunatеly to break it to you
We are thе only eternal seeds
But, none of this would've been possible
If your hate didn't fuel me
Yah!
Hear ye
She red alarm
I have
All powers of charmed
Molecular combustion
Of that rocket your boy pawned
Yah!
Hear ye
The chosen one
It cannot be undone
For the magic that is in my grasp
Has to be sung
I'm so sick of those
Fake
Sexy
Mean girls
This ain't The Heathers
We mystics in leather
I'm so sick of those
Sick of those
Sick of those
Sick
Sick
Sick
I do not rap
I riddle
Ballerina slim-thick
Human fiddle
She Shakespeare
Oh yeah
She twinkle
All that Mugler
Such a vixon
Ah!
Steppin' down my block they see
Just a monarch in her royalty
Teaching all the in-betweens
That all our powers will be seen
I'm so sick of those
Fake
Sexy
Mean girls
(I'm so sick)
This ain't The Heathers
We mystics in leather
(I'm so sick)
I'm so sick of those
Fake
Sexy
Mean girls
(I'm so sick)
Let's teach the wrong
How to be
Deliciously right
Let's teach the wrong
How to be
Deliciously right
I'm so sick of those
Fake
Sexy
Mean girls
This ain't The Heathers
We mystics in leather
I'm so sick of those
Sick of those
Sick of those
Sick
Sick
Sick