Buzz off baby
Go on home
They call me king bee
I’m gonna burn your throne
I’m fucking king bee
I’m fucking king me
So just buzz off baby
Nothin’ here for you to see
I’m fucking king bee
I know you
You sure as shit don’t know me
I murdered the moon
And i drank up the sea
I know you think your queen bee
But you never met a man like me
I ain’t gonna buckle
I ain’t gonna take no dive
Let’s go toe to toe and see
Who gets out of this hive alive
Just try and hold up that scepter
Just try and hold court
But i swat and i stomp on your kind just for sport
You just walk
while I drive drive drive
Go toe to toe with me baby
And let’s see
Who gets out of this hive alive
I’m fucking king bee
I’m fucking king me
So just buzz off baby
There ain’t nothin’ more for you to see
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