Zavorash
Queen Of Perfection

Well I take off my shoes
When I walk in her door
And try my best to levitate
`Cross her living room floor
`Cause you can`t leave tracks
When you`re on hollowed ground
She`ll just make you sweep`em up
Like you`re being hunted down
NAKARAT
She`s the queen of perfection
Everybody knows why
She`s the queen of perfection
And she`s soon gonna die
She says, "your body is a temple, boy
You ought to treat it well
But you trash the place and rent it out
Like it`s some cheap motel"
Then she takes away my plate
Before I`ve finished my meal
And works on my hygiene
Against my will
NAKARAT
Well, Marie Antoinette, she said
"Let `em eat cake"
While she should have been planning
Her own damn escape
Now I smile `cross the table
At my lady supreme
Knowin` that her coffee`s laced
With Mr. Clean