I may be kind, but I'm not a sucker
I've got no time for stupid motherfuckers
The kind who play their schoolyard games
And manipulate each other

You made it pretty clear
You've got no respect for me
And what's weird
Is you still think I owe you something

I don't think you thought this through
All the damage that I could do
'Cause I'm bigger, and better, and smarter
And stronger than you

I could rip you to shreds if you want me to
Wish you were dead by the time I'm through
Oh, honey, I don't think you want me to

I think it's time to take responsibility
For this mess, thought you could put it all on me?
Why should I bite my tongue
When you wanna make things nasty?

Thought we were done, we buried the hatchet
You wanna dig it up? Well you can fucking have it
That busy little mouth is back
Writing checks that your ass can't cash
'Cause we both know that I'd mop the floor with your ass
That's a fact!