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Music Bottfield - Round 2 (Remix)

(Verse 1)
Yo, pull up a seat, let me tell you 'bout a snake in the grass
Zuzka’s back in town with her cheap, imported class
She’s got a Polish accent that she uses like a blade
She’s the queen of every mess that she’s ever fuckin’ made
She’s fishing for a victim with those hungry, flirting eyes
But underneath the makeup, she’s a factory of lies
She’s hopping through the beds like she’s playing musical chairs
She’s a drain on every soul that she catches in her snares




(Chorus)
Yeah, Zuzka’s back, keep your distance, watch your back
She’s a hurricane of bullshit, yeah, she’s off the fucking track
She’s in and out of lovers like she’s changing out her clothes
Where she’s sleeping every night, man, nobody really knows
She’s a hollow-hearted predator, a master of the scheme
Waking you up just to turn you into a nightmare from a dream




(Verse 2)
She hits your DMs only when she needs a favor done
Then deletes the conversation 'til she’s finished with the fun
She’s wiping all her history, she’s scrubbing down the phone
She’s terrified of shadows if she’s standing there alone
She’s uninstalling apps just to hide the latest bed
She’s got a carousel of dicks spinning ‘round inside her head
She can’t keep her legs shut, man, it’s honestly a chore
She’s leaving every good guy feeling battered on the floor




(Chorus)
Hide the messages, bury every single trace,
You’re a master manipulator, plastic in your face.
Zuzka, you’re a rot inside the marrow,
Arrow through the heart, yeah, your focus is so narrow.
You’re only dialing out when you need a favor,
A bitter pill to swallow with a shit-stained flavor.




(Verse 3)
She’s a parasite, a user, she’s a walking talking curse
Every time she opens up her mouth it gets fucking worse
She’ll swear upon her life while she’s clutchin' onto straws
She’s a wrecking ball of ego tearing through a dozen lives
So listen close, you idiot, stop falling for the bait
She’s destined for the gutter, man, it’s written in her fate
Don't reach for her hand, she’ll just cut you at the wrist
Zuzka’s just a stain on the bottom of the list.