Lyrics:

I'm infectious as confection
I kill any sweet tooth
It all started with my crazy crocked time frame
I'm a misspend you
Everything I seem to finish
Was the best I ever had
I'm a creature of habit
But all of them are bad

I'm prone to confrontation
I'm prone stimulation
Do to my lack of complication
I've got morals of convenience

If time were really on our side
Why do I look ahead
How come we always wake up
On opposite sides of the bed?
And if you wrote me backwards
My tongue would be my sword
Bu tit's not my only weapon

And soon you'll feel all of my discord

I'm prone domination
I'm prone exaggeration
Do to my lack of complication
I have morals of convenience

And you should
Watch your back
I'm a savant of the art of war
And you'll get what you deserve
If you play with this conquistador!

I'm prone manipulation
I'm prone annihilation
Do to my lack of complication
I have morals of convenience