Bad Roomate 101

"You think you're sly, hiding your trade Escort games, but the rent's unpaid You're running wild, but I'm taking control You're getting kicked out, don't you know? You think you're smart, but you're playing dumb Hiding your secrets, but the truth will come You think you'll win in court, but I've got the facts You're going down, and that's a wrap" "You're a relic of the past Nobody's checking for you at last Your inflated lips, a desperate disguise A faded image, with a compromised surprise" "You're insecure, always trying to prove A dirty secret, a life you can't improve Used up and spun out, a desperate, hardcore mess A liar and a joke, a stupid bloke, I confess Your face is a reminder of an life gone dry A desert of desperation, a soul that's died Nobody wants your drama, your past is a blast Inflated lips, a fake smile, a life that won't "You're a relic of the past, a fading light A desperate attempt to stay relevant in the night Your inflated ego's bound to crash A used-up, washed-up, has-been, that's a fact, no need to ask Your life's a mess, a chaotic spin A dirty little secret, that you can't give in You're a master of deception, a weaver of lies But I see right through you, with your compromised suprise " "You're a fleeting moment, a brief, shining lie A moment's pleasure, a lifetime's regret, you can't deny Your actions speak louder, than your empty words A hollow shell of a person, with a heart that's "You're a faded star, a dying light A desperate attempt to stay relevant in the night Your words are empty, your actions a joke A pathetic excuse for a person, with a heart that's broke "You're a master of manipulation, a weaver of lies A puppeteer controlling the strings, but your show's demise Your ego's inflated, your pride's on the line But when the curtain falls, you'll be left with nothing but time "You're a sight to behold, a mess so divine Fake hair, fake lashes, a facade so unkind Your Audi A5's a clunker, a relic of the past Just like your lies, they don't last Your lips and thighs, inflated like a balloon Your promises, empty words, a hollow tune You're a master manipulator, a squatter in disguise Leaving a trail of broken dreams, and compromised lives" "Wow, you're a real star, a shining light Fake hair, fake lashes, but your lies shine so bright A broken-down Audi, a reflection of your soul A manipulator, a squatter, with a heart that's cold" "He's a fake, a phony, a master of pretend Didn't let you finish, had to cut your flow, what a friend?" Your turn! Your turn!