Don’t call it a comeback, ‘cause I haven’t left just yet
But I’m taking back a memory you won’t soon forget
Living in the middle of your riddle is a hassle
When you’re a house-sitting king
At someone else’s castle
Then you blow up ‘cause you think that you’re acting
Like a grown up and you’re so insanely clever
But you know what? You’re a one-sided discussion
And listening to you is like listening to a concussion
You say you’re dynamic but your dynamic seems to be
Running on hypocrisy that’s running on empty
And I’m amazed at the pseudo-abominations
That you spoke of
Your fire-backs backfired, they’re fun to make a joke of
Darn it, oh well, maybe next time you’ll be the incarnate
Of your feelings in your brain unless you tarnish
Your knowledge of the English language
Based on everything I’ve heard from you
It’s like you’re speaking Spanglish
There can be only one Highlander
There can be only one
Honey, your potential is to be a super mouth breather
And I know that you don’t like me
And I’m not fond of you either
But I’m trying to extend our dividend to make amends
We can always split our assets, I’ll end up with our friends
Tragic, isn’t it? I thought you could’ve been a rad chick
But there’s no use in prolonging all the magic
Here’s a quarter from your ear so you can call your mom
To pick you up and make you disappear, ‘cause
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