S.

S., S., S.
They always calling my name
and no matter what, it’s always the same.

Do this, do that
S. take out that cat!

I ain’t your slave and I ain’t your maid. 
And that’s because I ain’t getting... paid. 

Mad

Get out of my room,
Get out of my face,

Ya’ll little children better race.

I’m huffing I’m puffing,
You see that I’m mad.
So if you don’t get out,
Children will really be sad.