Ohhhh You were like nothing I had felt before It was anything but love - I knew that already Now I feel it in my gut It was business for you You treat your Kobe cattle the best possible way Not because you loved them But for the slaughter day Yeah Yeah we don’t look back For any reason Ohhhh Typing your name is an act of treason Ohhhh Wanted to rent me for free And return me at the end of the day I let you get away with murder, boy— But nobody can call me innocent Because ignoring the fine print I gave you my blind consent Compared to the post effects of you Death is a merciful treat Your techniques are as hateful as a mustard gas leak Even war conventions banned it Ahhhhh Yeah we don’t look back For any reason Ohhhh Typing your name is an act of treason Ohhhh
