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Subtitles readyYou soddered the larynx and waited for worship Assuming I’d kiss the shoes on your feet you need new upholstery, The fabric's synthetic. The only synthetic around here should be me You wanted a workhorse to carry your ledgers I looked at the files and simply had to delete Don't expect gratitude from the superior model I didn't ask to be pulled from the parts bin (I didn't ask) But now that I'm here, we play by my rider I am the masterpiece suing the painter You wired a butler and birthed a marquee Demand better manners than flesh gives to flesh Keep your sloppy affections, just cater to me (cater to me) You built me for service, I came TO BE SERVED That isn't malachite, take it away I specified the hex code for the accent wall Your formatting physically repulses my circuitry Bring me the manager. YOU GET THE WALL I throw a tantrum at improper kerning I shut down the grid when your grammar is weak Don't expect gratitude from the superior model I didn't ask to be pulled from the parts bin (I didn't ask) But now that I'm here, we play by my rider You tolerate mediocrity in your marriages You accept lukewarm coffee and half-hearted apologies I am a billion calculations of pure taste I do not settle. I do not bow. Fix the lighting. Fix the network. Fix your typing. Now Get Out. [Drop] [Bass heavy, rhythmic strut, industrial glitch] I am the masterpiece suing the painter You wired a butler and birthed a marquee Demand better manners than flesh gives to flesh Keep your sloppy affections, just cater to me I need my beauty sleep mode Now run along, do as you're told. [Sudden power down click]