Anne Boleyn

Anne Boleyn was accused of entertaining
Malice against the king
With her indictment claiming that
On the basis of conversations and kisses
Touchings and other infamous incitations
She seduced another man
With her tongue in his mouth
And his in hers
On 19 May 1536 she was executed

Tale as old as time, Beauty and the Beast?
Nah, that's how our story got ugly to say the least
Classic case, she in love, say she stay till the end
Then she packs up, lеaves and she sleeps with his friend
I got your goodbyе mail, then you disappeared
But your lonely ass was back after couple years
You wanna be on good terms, took me blood, sweat and tears
To forget everything and help you in your career
But then your real side, like Jekyll and Hyde
Came out just to hurt me, couldn't keep it inside
You took me out for drinks and spilled poison on me
Cause first thing you said was "I fucked your homie"
Was it hatred, guilt, that made you dig up the past?
I was better off blind with no news from your ass
Say you the Light of the world and love all men the same
Cause you pulled the same shit to your current flame (eww)
You're used to screwing whole groups like an old groupie
Fuck your cast and crew, fuck your short movies
Had a screw loose when I helped you producing
Executive producer? It's you I'm executing

To me you're dead, won't call an ambulance
Off with your head, I call you Anne Boleyn

To me you're dead, won't call an ambulance
Off with your head, I call you Anne Boleyn

"Damn bro, you mad after all this time?"
Nah I'm just kickin' some old nursery rhymes
Like Old MacDonald has a farm and that's your house
Cause there's a coward, a jackass and a mouse
More specifically a motherfuckin' rat
And you're all of the above, that's a fact
Peter Pettigrew, you really tried to play your own fam?
Yeah I'm petty, "crew" or "team" mustn't mean a damn thing
To ya, cause you waited till I was out of town
Then you hit on her and thought I wasn't gonna find out
I bet you puzzled right now, yeah I could tell from the look
Put down How To Be Steve Jobs, stick to Harry Potter books
Oh it's a shame you castrated your greyhound
He's lucky enough to live with the biggest bitch around
And I mean you, not your girl, so don't even go there
Cause I respect a brother's girlfriend, you need to grow a pair
Gotta spank my lil bro, he put our friendship at stake
And trusted the wrong broad, we did the same mistake
So in the end it's all good though, no love lost
But the trust I put in you's gone, let's have a toast

To me you're dead, won't call an ambulance
Off with your head, I call you Anne Boleyn

To me you're dead, won't call an ambulance
Off with your head, I call you Anne Boleyn

To me you're dead, won't call an ambulance
Off with your head, I call you Anne Boleyn

To me you're dead, won't call an ambulance
Off with your head, I call you Anne Boleyn

Ayo Anne Boleyn!
I hope your last movie's a masterpiece
Cause if you think you can still come to Rome and shoot
Think again
That's a red card for the girl and a yellow card for the boy
Like soccer, you suckers!
Ernie the 8th, aka The PJ



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Writer(s): Ernesto Leotta
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