For the traitors to be scalped
The traitors are the women Who weren’t as strong as we are At one time we showed weaknesses But now we don’t
The traitors are in Los Angeles The traitors look like copies of each other They sell their looks on fascist media Look at me! I fit in! Look at me, I’m in! I look exactly like the “It Girl,” don’t I!?
I’ve bought the nicest clothes, full price, no less I’ve bought a skinny nose, and I can be the best Better than these hoes, shopping at the dollar store My lashes are real horse hair, my color cost 500 My toes and nails are acrylic, my makeup is thick I use a filter, I suck in my belly, I puff up my tits Click click click Sell my pictures for likes
You’re a traitor, Gwen Stefani You’re a traitor, Madge And you look like shit Thanks for nothing Damn puffy shiny lips Forehead that can’t crinkle
Guess what, your husband still cheats on you With younger women, and he would fuck teenagers if he could
Might as well let yourself go Be one of us, the witches who wait for thee Cackling, teasing your husband, eating men alive