I don't like your little games
Don't like your tilted stage
The role you made me play of the fool
No, I don't like you
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!
Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours