Caviar & Claw Marks

[Intro] (glass clink) Bonsoir, bitches. Not your Duchess—I'm the tax on riches. [Verse 1] I walk in the gala like the block got dressed, red carpet cough when I step on its chest. Caviar tins on a mirrored tray—cute, I salt your ego with it, then boot the suit. Fuck your silver spoon, I sharpen mine, slice your pedigree to lemon-lime. You sip old money like it’s holy wine— I sip old wounds, then I draw the line. “Aristo-cats” purr, I laugh and sneeze— cream on the lip, no grit in the knees. O’Malley of the alley? I’m tally and veto, count your nine lives, repossess that C-note. [Pre-Chorus] Wipe your mouth—watch your mouth. Gala rules die when the fangs come out. [Hook] Caviar & claw marks—fuck your gilded arc. Ballroom lights go dark when I bite that spark. White gloves, red palms, crystal rain on the floor, Gold-Fanged Queen—make the rich say “more.” Caviar & claw marks—put your face in the glass. You brought class; I brought a foot on the gas. Bow-tied lies get torn apart— fuck a silk collar, I leave snarls for art. [Verse 2] Trust-fund tabbies with a nanny for growl, I learned my roar from a siren howl. Saucer of milk at the table? Pass— I spike that cream and I skim your class. You talk “bon ton” in a borrowed tux, I talk backstreet in a tongue that bucks. Marie says “zut”—I grin, “same.” Berlioz strings while I cut your frame. Toulouse in the corner with paint on paws— I tag your crest with a set of claws. “Bonsoir, madame”—kiss my ring, 24k bite with a Parisian sting. [Pre-Chorus] Wipe your lip—watch your tone. You’re not the hunter in my zip code zone. [Hook] Caviar & claw marks—fuck your gilded arc. Ballroom lights go dark when I bite that spark. White gloves, red palms, crystal rain on the floor, Gold-Fanged Queen—make the rich say “more.” Caviar & claw marks—put your face in the glass. You brought class; I brought a foot on the gas. Bow-tied lies get torn apart— fuck a silk collar, I leave snarls for art. [Bridge] (hushed posh accent) “Is she… allowed?” …I’m the rule now. Say it loud. Pop that cork like a warning shot, pour that shit while I take your spot. Auction gavel, smack that air, SOLD—to the bitch with the alley stare. Madame left fortunes to pampered pets? I rewrite wills with a set of threats. [Verse 3] Foie gras back into gutter grit, convert your empire to a laundromat wit. Monaco manners, Compton hiss, I fillet your clout with a gold-fang kiss. Glass clinks cute till a chain link sings, I scratch your crest off family things. Nine lives earned—not bought, not lent, my crown says RENT DUE in fluorescent. Scat-cat horns in the band strike mean— I dance on your table with gasoline. Toast your fall with a fluted grin— “cheers” to the crash of porcelain. [Pre-Chorus] Fix your tie—fix your past. Can’t stitch shame with a couture cast. [Final Hook] Caviar & claw marks—fuck your gilded arc. Ballroom lights go dark when I bite that spark. White gloves, red palms, crystal rain on the floor, Gold-Fanged Queen—make the rich say “more.” Caviar & claw marks—put your face in the glass. You brought class; I brought a foot on the gas. Bow-tied lies get torn apart— fuck a silk collar, I leave snarls for art. [Outro] (glass shatter, tiny laugh) Purr for the patrons? Bitch, I own the bar.