Think you're such a blessing? You're a curse
About as fun as drivin' a hearse
With balloons tied to every door
Claiming it's just a metaphor
Talking big like you think you're Goliath
Every word is rocket science
Think you're smarter, you're so adored
Everybody likes you more
Your ego is the size of a small continent
With a side of delusion, misplaced confidence
Can't grit my teeth, can't hold my tongue
Pretend that you're the chosen one
Can't say that I don't hate your guts
But I can always hold a grudge
Grudge, 'udge
Grudge
Grudge, 'udge
The emperor is naked, can't you see?
It's all the rage, I can't believe
Hope you fall off your high horse
And it sues you for a hostile work environment
You're a tyrant
It'd be best if you'd accept early retirement
Its violent, your entitlement
Like, who made you the king and can we fire them?
Your ego is the size of a small continent
How are you still so incompetent?
Can't grit my teeth, can't hold my tongue
Pretend that you're the chosen one
Can't say that I don't hate your guts
But I can always hold a grudge
Ah
I can always hold a
Grudge
Grudge, 'udge
Grudge
Grudge, 'udge
Grit my teeth, can't hold my tongue
Grudge
Say that I don't hate your guts
Grudge
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