i'm just your problem
sugar, rebecca
i'm gonna bury you in the ground
i'm gonna bury you with my sound
i'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
i'm gonna. -marceline that's too distasteful!
-oh you don't like that? or you just not like me!
sorry i don't treat you like a goddess
is that what you want me to do?
sorry i don't treat you like you're perfect
like all your little loyal subjects do
sorry i'm not made of sugar
am i not sweet enough for you?
is that why you always avoid me?
that must be such an inconvenience to you
i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i shouldn't have to justify what i do
i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i shouldn't have to prove anything to you
i forget what landed me on your blacklist
but i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
why do i want to? why do i want to. to bury you in the ground
and drink the blood from your. ugh!