Wrong B!tch, Wrong Day!

Oh, you thought you could run, thought I’d let you be? Spin your web, tell your lies, rewrite history? But karma’s got a razor grin, And bitch, I always win. I don’t do favors, I don’t do grace, You made your move—now take your place. You sparked the fire, fed the flame, Now you’re the one who dies in shame. You picked the wrong bitch, wrong day, wrong fight, Now you’re shaking, baby, tell me—was it worth the bite? You called down the storm, now you drown in the rain, No turning back—this is the price of your pain. No turn-the-other-cheek, no sweet regret, Just my stiletto pressing down on your neck. You stacked the deck, you placed your bet, Now all you own is your regret. I don’t do warnings, I don’t break bread, I write in ink, and your name’s in red. Your castle cracked, your crown decayed, And I’m the queen of your mistakes. You picked the wrong bitch, wrong day, wrong fight, Now you’re shaking, baby, tell me—was it worth the bite? You called down the storm, now you drown in the rain, No turning back—this is the price of your pain. Oh, darling, what a tragedy, You built yourself a legacy, But arrogance breeds reckoning, And I am yours, so bow to me. So beg if you want, it won’t change a thing, I don’t take pity, I don’t take pleas. You wanted war? Well, here I stay, To watch you suffer—the price you pay.