VICTORIA: Hey, Rachel, I’ve got a few words to say You can’t touch me I’m the bad bitch of Arcadia Bay I’m rich and mighty while you’re laying six feet under Now you’re gone, I’ve moved on, I’m stealing your thunder I gotta wonder, what the hell does everyone see in you You’re a slut and a poser and a druggie to boot You lost your crown, and your grip on this place now you’re totally stuck in the retro zone. Sad face
RACHEL: Ha, oh deer, you think I give a damn When you don’t even come close to being who I am You’re rude and cruel, so you can keep the title Queen bee, bad bitch, no one cares, you’re in denial You’ve got the money and you’ve got the gear But you don’t have the talent to make it for a year You won the contest, so what they booed, not cheered While I’m still the POI, even after I’ve disappeared Think you’re the shit, girl, just keep walking Got a 4.0, call me Stephen Hawking Yes, people are flocking, guys are gawking, girls are talking Even you’re in on the fun when it’s me you’re mocking Knocking people down to proclaim your reign It’s insane, inhumane, causing people pain And you’re just jealous because you know that I’m better Nice try, Victoria but I’m the real trendsetter
VICTORIA: Ooh, you think you can take me out Do I need to remind you again you’re in the ground I’m drowning in money so why should I care Bout what a girl says with a feather in her hair A princess with no flaws? A rebel with no cause A low life loser who feeds off Blackwell’s applause All talk for a Santa Monica dream, er Wait hold on, aren’t you fucking your dealer Oh my gosh, ha, your life is falling apart Getting caught with the weed and alone in the dark Rooming with Chloe for a future in fashion But at 5’ 5’’ good luck following your passion Oh yeah, by the way how do you feel about Maxine? How she’s always around Chloe, replacing you in every scene Fly, fly little birdie Go bother someone else, see It’s time I put you in your place, so go fuck your selfie
RACHEL: At least my selfie can get a thousand views Your eye for framing is just a sad excuse Despite your own parent’s outstanding salary They won’t risk a couple grand to put your work in their gallery And bringing up Max? Now you’re calling her out Oh wait, I forgot, she’s all you ever talk about Your reign, so sad, isn’t going so well And when Arcadia falls, I’ll see you in hell