Look out I'm better than you   You can't tell me what to do   You don't wear the clothes I do   So I won't mind you   Stick my nose up into the air   Slaves cannot touch my precious hair   Bow down, kiss my feet   My taste is so sweet...      Self-conceited   Discipline needed x2   Self-conceited   Discipline needed      I spread rumors about you   Even though they're not true   Anything just for attention   And eyes my way   Dirty looks in your direction   None come close to my perfection   Sound the trumpets when I arrive   I am your queen      Self-conceited   Discipline needed   Self-conceited   Discipline needed