F a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring
Being a b is my kink
What the f else did you think?
F a princess, I'm a king
Bow down and kiss on my ring
It's gonna hurt, it'll sting
Spitting your blood in the sink
I'm crazy, but you like that
I bite back, daisies on your nightstand
Never forget, I blossom in the moonlight
Screw eyes, glacial with the blue ice
I'm terrifying

What does brutus say that anticipates the question of why the crowd should listen to mark antony? o a. not that i lov'd caesar less, but that i lov'd rome more. o b. and, for my sake, stay here with antony. do grace to caesar's corpse, and grace his speech. o c. i thrice presented him a kingly crown, / which he did thrice refuse. was this ambition? od. i come to bury caesar, not to praise him.