Fake bitches

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

This maze i'm in amazes me at times

it drives me crazy because I always fall back

 

 

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Battlin me again, I think you’re delirious

You suck so bad, I can’t even take you serious

 

You rap worse than Miley Cyrus.

Now you’re gonna lose to a kid that’s Irish.

We’re the whitest country the world’s ever had

Losin to one of us, that’s just sad.

I use the same rhymes every time, according to you.

You might wanna check your facts, all my lyrics are brand new.

You don’t know what you’re talkin bout, you don’t have a clue.

It’s all out my head, its comin out of the blue.

 

White face and red cheeks, looks like you got a fever.

And your teeth look like one of your parents was a beaver.

 

I’ll go forever, and keep rhymes comin all day,

Am I gonna stop soon? Son you better pray.

 

Cause I’ll ruin your reputation and I’ll mess with you’re head.

I’ll embarrass you so bad that you’ll wish you were dead.

 

You like to act like you're 50 Cent

But in the gym locker room you're always pitchin tents.

I murder a rhyme one word at a time

 

You never, heard of a mind as perverted as mine

 

You better, get rid of that nine, it ain’t gonna help

 

What good’s it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?”

 

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

you stuck up you so conceded

We’re saddened by the notion that tomorrow its repeated

I never lose a fight i do is fantastic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

because that's what you are

acting like a fuckin Barbie star

cause I be lil nicki better than you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

actin like you smoke that marijuana shit

 

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

nicki out