Dear momma's boy I know you've had your butt licked by your mother I know you've enjoyed all that attention from her And every woman graced with your presence after Dear narcissus boy I know you've never really apologized for anything I know you've never really taken responsibility I know you've never really listened to a woman Dear me-show boy I know you're not really into conflict resolution Or seeing both sides of every equation Or having an uninterrupted conversation And any talk of healthiness And any talk of connectedness And any talk of resolving this Leaves you running for the door (Why why do I try to love you try to Love you when you really don't want me to) Dear egotist boy you've never really had to suffer any consequence You've never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes You'd never understand anyone showing resistance Dear popular boy I know you're used to getting everything so easily A stranger to the concept of reciprocity People honor boys like you in this society And any talk of selflessness And any talk of working at this And any talk of being of service Leaves you running for the door (Why why do I try to help you try to Help you when you really don't want me to) You go back to the women who will dance the dance You go back to your friends who will lick your ass You go back to ignoring all the rest of us You go back to the center of your universe Dear self centered boy I don't know why I still feel affected by you I've never lasted very long with someone like you I never did although I have to admit I wanted to Dear magnetic boy you've never been With anyone who doesn't take your shit You've never been with anyone who's dared to call you on it I wonder how you'd be if someone were to call you on it And any talk of willingness And any talk of both feet in And any talk of commitment Leaves you running for the door (Why why do I try to change you try to try To change you when you really don't want me to) You go back to the women who will dance the dance You go back to your friends who will lick your ass You go back to being so oblivious You go back to the center of the universe

Yeah (yeah) Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah (alright, right, yeah) Ah-ah-ah-ah (coo-coo) Ah-ah-ah-ah (damn) I want a fast car with a mansion, big ass house in the Hamptons (yeah) Backyard so big we could camp in (yeah) Crazy like Marilyn Manson (right, yeah) I feel like I'm Charles Manson, four bad bitches in my mansion (yeah) Leave a nigga bloody like a tampon, crazy like Marilyn Manson My niggas don't do dancin' (uh), They be takin' your niggas for ransom (yeah) Hoodie on, now he limpin', crazy like Marilyn Manson (alright) T-Lord in that Phantom, two bitches I ain't sharin' (yeah) I met these chicks so random (what?), crazy like Marilyn Manson I want the Ferrari and mansion, I want the Cartier dancin' (yeah) I wanna just party in Hamptons, crazy like Marilyn Manson (yeah) Bitch, I'm so sorry, I'm handsome, dippin', dodgin' in the Phantom I be joggin' from the cameras, crazy like Marilyn Manson (yeah) I be mobbin' in Atlanta, stripper bitches call me Santa Jiggy nigga throw the bread up, crazy like Marilyn Manson (yeah) All these police got me fed up, I'm lookin' at 'em, "Nigga, yeah, what?" (yeah) I'm finna murk off and I tear it up, crazy like Marilyn Manson (yeah) I want a fast car with a mansion, big ass house in the Hamptons (yeah) Backyard so big we could camp in, crazy like Marilyn Manson (right) I feel like I'm Charles Manson (yeah) Four bad bitches in my mansion (yeah) Leave a nigga bloody like a tampon (yeah), crazy like Marilyn Manson My niggas don't do dancin' (ayy, uh), They be takin' your niggas for ransom (yeah) Hoodie on, now he limpin', crazy like Marilyn Manson (alright) T-Lord in that Phantom, two bitches I ain't sharin' (yeah) I met these chicks so random (what?), crazy like Marilyn Manson Eye on the property, two million I fuck your bitch in the pool where I stay 'Rari goin' fast, switchin' the lane Victoria model gon' swallow today (yeah) I'm with a mulatto and she got the cake We pop a couple bottles, she got a mace Only fuck one night but she got a taste Of this fast life livin' that's takin' place Niggas that's hatin' on me, nigga, hate (ayy, ayy) You could never say no shit to my face (ayy, ayy) Baby, I am flyin' straight to the top (ayy, ayy) Quit all your bullshit, and nigga, get hot (ayy, ayy) Existendo when I ride in the drop (ayy, ayy) Hang out the Benzo, I'm feelin' like 'Pac (ayy, ayy) Ferrari the Enzo, get chased by the cops (ayy, ayy) Ooh, lemme stop now 'cause I'm sayin' a lot (damn) I want a fast car with a mansion, big ass house in the Hamptons (yeah) Backyard so big we could camp in, crazy like Marilyn Manson (right) I feel like I'm Charles Manson, four bad bitches in my mansion (yeah) Leave a nigga bloody like a tampon, crazy like Marilyn Manson My niggas don't do dancin' (uh), They be takin' your niggas for ransom (yeah) Hoodie on, now he limpin', crazy like Marilyn Manson (alright) T-Lord in that Phantom, two bitches I ain't sharin' (yeah) I met these chicks so random (what?), crazy like Marilyn Manson (oh) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Crazy like Marilyn Manson (oh) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Crazy like Marilyn Manson (oh) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Crazy like Marilyn Manson (oh) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Crazy like Marilyn Manson (oh) Crazy like Marilyn Manson (oh)