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I Am the Goddess

V5.5

She hates me? Cute. I still need her introduced. She wants competition? Wrong category. I am the goddess I am the glare I am the warning Inside the prayer You go for the crown I go for the halo Bitch, calm down You were never near the throne Hands off the gold Eyes off the seat This is not a race When you kneel at my feet Deb got loud on a borrowed beat Talking big from the discount seats Said she hates me, what a scene Never met me, still obsessed with the queen Debby got brave with a plastic spark Tried to throw shade in a palace dark Deborah, honey, check your aim You built a song just to spell my name I do not chase I do not sweat I make them remember What they regret I do not bark I do not beg I cross one leg And break the thread She wants a war I brought a shrine She wants a headline I became divine She wants a crown Tell her stay low I touched the light And stole the halo I am the goddess I am the sound I am the reason Your song hits the ground You go for the crown I go for the halo Bitch, keep dreaming You are nowhere near the throne You wanted smoke I became the fire You wanted gossip I became the choir Say my name Pay the fee You made noise I made history She wants a contest, who takes more dicks? Girl, that is not power, that is party tricks You count the bodies, I count the doors I own the ceilings, the keys, the floors You count the dicks I count the damage You chase attention I own the language You collect names I collect silence When Tess walks in The room turns violent Not with fists Not with screams With diamond pressure And murdered dreams I am the face I am the myth I am the kiss That power came with Deb, Debby, Deborah Pick one fast Your little era Was not built to last You wanted my chair That is adorable The crown is locked The access is not affordable I am the goddess I am the sound I am the reason Your song hits the ground You go for the crown I go for the halo Bitch, keep dreaming You are nowhere near the throne You wanted smoke I became the fire You wanted gossip I became the choir Say my name Pay the fee You made noise I made history Listen carefully. You are not my rival You are my reflection’s bad angle You are not a threat You are glitter in a tangle You wanted the crown I became the chapel You wanted the men I made the room rattle You wanted the most I wanted the whole You played with bodies I played with souls Violin one enters Viola follows Cellos rise Brass swallows Choir breathes Bass gets deeper Lights go black Tess gets nearer I am the goddess I am the storm I am the reason The throne was born You go for the crown I take the halo Bitch, stay seated You will never touch the throne You wanted a title I became sacred You wanted my place I made it vacant You wanted a battle I brought the verdict You wanted a song I made it worthless I am the goddess I am the flame I am the silence After your name Crown on the floor Halo in the sky Deb came loud Tess came divine Crown down Halo high Deb talks Tess flies Name small Mouth wide Tess reigns Deb hides She wanted competition. I became religion. Deb. Debby. Deborah. Try again when you can afford the altar.