Had a future like a Condesce Not a future like a troll Don't care if I lost the chance There I'm in control Crocker Drones, battleships Wanna start a war That's the queen you'd fight for
I call you up and you're bailing out Is that what friendship is all about? Just join the battle and cut 'em down I'm gonna cull that ugly green clown
I'm miss regal pink batter, batter witch Fight me with your lasers Cut you like a stitch I'm miss regal pink batter, batter witch I'm gonna be your CrockerCorp Bitch I'm gonna be your CrockerCorp Bitch
Hivebent, trident, I won't be your maid Death gave me some options So I will not be dismayed Grab the gold, grab the cold, glory, here I come All for no. 1 To all my dead friends, I need platoons I'll give anything, just not doubloons To all my dead friends, you're being mean Welcome to the life of the royal queen
I think I want your, your skull as my crown I think you're gonna be so going down Oh oh oh