[Style: Dark Broadway Musical, Villain Song, Orchestral Pomp, Ominous Low Brass, Swelling Strings, Burlesque Tempo, Cabaret, Serious and Commanding, Crisp American Stage Diction, 85 BPM] [Intro] [Chord: Cm - G - Cm] [Ominous orchestral drone] [Voice: Commanding Bass-Baritone] All these shows a-round the wurld and ev-er-y-where we go... Yoo'll nev-er meet a-noth-er bitch as sal-ty as these hoze. [Chorus] [Chord: Cm - Fm - G7] [Rhythmic and mocking theatrical delivery] She wan-na blame it on the ed-it Blame it on the ed-it! She wan-na blame it on the ed-it Yoo the one who said it... ed-it! Go on and take the cred-it Bitch, yoo the one who said it Bitch, how yoo gon' re-gret it? Blame it on the ed-it Blame it on the ed-it! [Verse 1] [Chord: Cm - G - Cm] [Voice: Sinister and conversational] Yoo al-read-y know who I am Yoo know what the fuck I do So why they all in my house? They're ly-in' on my pro-duc-tion crew. Ba-by, nice to know if they throw yoo a bone Yoo're the type com-in' back with an at-ti-tude I ain't yoor en-e-mee, keep that same en-er-gee Yoo're the on-ly one try-na sab-o-tazh yoo! I ain't stud-y-in' yoo, fel-la, got my own busy-ness Who got the time for these dis-grun-tled chick-ens? Bitch, if yoo wan-na be point-in' a fin-ger Just know that the oth-er four point-in' at yoo! [Bridge] [Chord: Fm - Bb - Eb - G] [Rising tension - Orchestral Swell] The ill na-na, e-go play-in' tricks on ya The ooh-la-la, no-bod-y try-na shit on ya Big ma-ma, yoo make her wan-na say ha-ha! La-di-da-di... Say what yoo want, but the truth re-mains un-bothered Dar-ling... o-kay. [Chorus] [Chord: Cm - Fm - G7] [More powerful and triumphant] She wan-na blame it on the ed-it Blame it on the ed-it! She wan-na blame it on the ed-it Blame it on the ed-it! Go on and take the cred-it Bitch, yoo the one who said it Oh, so yoo now try-in' to re-gret it? Uh, blame it on the ed-it! [Tango Interlude] [Verse 2] [Chord: Cm - G - Cm] [Voice: Defiant and grand] Tell me I don't got the juice Heav-y is the head that rocks the crown Watch me blow up by the roof Let me rock yoor bod-y down to the ground. Real, no mat-ter what yoo say And what yoo say it real-ly don't mean a shit to me I don't need yoo to be-lieve I en-joy be-in' a queen! [Outro] [Chord: Cm - G - Cm] [Slowing down - Grand Theatrical Finale] Now ev-ree-bod-y say "luv" if yoo feel me though A right wig is all luv, like real-ly though. Oh, she wan-na talk that shit? R yoo ser-i-ous? On-ly fuck with bitch-es All Star-ma-te-ri-al! [Huge Orchestral Crash] [End]
