angry emily

Something is rotten up in Denmark, a sick mistake.
My uncle Claudius, his alibi is fishy,
suspicions of murder because he’s acting hella shifty
Frailty - Thy name is woman, because my mom’s on his D
A-N-I-S-H throne, my dad’s ghost tells me:
“Swear (swear, swear), to revenge my regicide,
Claudius iced me one night, under my crown he tries to hide.
So Hamlet here’s your mission:
Use your antic disposition
make them think you’re crazy,
bring justice, fuse the fission.”
Meanwhile my girl Ophelia is goth as hell
keeps a razor by her wrist, rocks out to Soft Cell.
This girl’s got more issues than Amy Winehouse,
I’m like ‘Get thee to a nunnery, I’m not trying to find a spouse…’
and she says:
“Screw that, forget about that,
I don’t want to think about anything like that.
Screw that, forget about that,
I don’t want to know about anything like that!”

(Source: cleaningoffthestone)