No, there’s nothin’ wrong with what you see
There’s three of Ri
There’s three of she
Don’t make this more complicated than it has to be
A raven’s conspiracy, nothin’ shady, no great calamity
Just I, myself, and me
The huntress with a quarry without mercy
Forest ranger with a demon soul, baby
Horrorcore murder anthems make me giddy,
Oh so happy
What about you? Are you ready?
Ready or not, here we go:
Let’s start the f*ckin’ show!

Prepare for trouble and make it triple. Bet!
I’m keen on dolin’ it out as good as I get
Happy and able, battle-hardened, eager for combat
Time to bloodlet with a baseball bat
The sensation is poundin’ in my skull, reverberatin’ in my head
Hope to die and cross my heart
Pretty coocoo for someone called smart
Can’t help myself…
It turns me on to imagine me tearin’ you apart

I’ve got that bloodlust you can depend on
Slice you right at your Achilles tendon
Pop the cap of your motherfuckin’ knee
And have ye
Cry, sob, implore, plead, beg for mercy
Go nuts, honey, it’s not like you’re gettin’ any
Now
Be a dear and: come here!!

Prepare for trouble and make it triple. Bet!
I’m keen on dolin’ it out as good as I get
Happy and able, battle-hardened, eager for combat
Time to bloodlet with a baseball bat
The sensation is poundin’ in my skull, reverberatin’ in my head
Hope to die and cross my heart
Pretty coocoo for someone called smart
Can’t help myself…
It turns me on to imagine me tearin’ you apart

Some call me a mob boss, that’s just silly
Others say I’m a brothel owner, plain hyperbole
The Baba Yaga,
Boogeywoman,
Frederique Krueger,
Scapegoat
Of their every oopsie
One hundred percent bullshit,
From someone crazy if you ask me
There’s truthfully, honestly, nothing nefariously
About the girl of whom there’s only three
That said…
Did you know human bone collagen can be used to make jelly?
Heh, I put the ballsy in cannibalsy

Prepare for trouble and make it triple. Bet!
I’m keen on dolin’ it out as good as I get
Happy and able, battle-hardened, eager for combat
Time to bloodlet with a baseball bat
The sensation is poundin’ in my skull, reverberatin’ in my head
Hope to die and cross my heart
Pretty coocoo for someone called smart
Can’t help myself…
It turns me on to imagine me tearin’ you apart