[Nicki Minaj]
I’m big bully no bike gear
I told you b-tches last year
I’m a rap b-tch nightmare
That’s why I call you buzz lightyear
Cause by the time you start buzzin
B-tch you gon’ have white hair
Paparazzi was a fright scare
When I landed out in London
It was looking like Mike Dare, Mike Jack
Who’s bad, ain’t know my period
But I got a new pad
Channel 5, news flash
P-ssy clean, who smash
None of y’all, canary yellow ball
These b-tches should be worshipping me in the synagogue
Hum, hum, done the prayer
B-b-b-b-tch I ball, underwear
Hum, hum, done the prayer
Did I tell them that I ball, underwear
Okay roman,
Y’all want the full roman?
Y’all want the full roman?
Y’all want the full roman?
Ya’ll want the full?
B-tches is insane, these b-tches ain’t in my lane
Only b-tches in the plane, is b-tches that give me brain
Herro this sh-t is lethal,
Roman, This is the sequel,
Moscow, that’s where I came from
Under, he’s fully charge,
Your favorite rapper probably suck,
As for me icy hockey puck,
Anyway i’m on that new sh-t,
Every trend I introduce it,
Muthaf-ck you with a big d-ck
I’m a racist, i’m a bigot
B-tch, i’m thicker than a midget
Yeah i’m crazy, just a smidgen
Motherf-ck make it my wumble
That’s okay me am from moscow
Hold on
F-ck you
Brace yourself
Bucktooth, Yeah I golf but too
Swallow balls
Nuts too
Camel toe, Roman
Y’all want the full roman?
Y’all want the full roman?
Y’all want the full roman?
Ya’ll want the full?
B-tches is insane, these b-tches ain’t in my lane
Only b-tches in the plane, is b-tches that give me brain
Yeah, ain’t no mothaf-ckin bridge b-tch,
Ain’t no mothaf-ckin hook,
Ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ third mothaf-ckin verse
Roman’s back b-tch
I f-cked up your life last year this time
Remember that? Remember that b-tch?
Remember that b-tch?
I’m baaaaaack
I double dog dare you
I double dog dare you
I double dog dare any one of ya b-tches to come out
I triple dog dare ya
I triple dog dare ya
I triple dog dare any one of ya b-tches to come out
I quadruple dog dare ya
I quadruple dog dare ya
I quadruple dog dare any one of ya b-tches to come out
I…uh…five times dare…you..b-tch, a– hoes, yeah!
12-9-2011
i cut pigs fat to fry/ died poets pretending to be rappers in disguise/
murder em lyrically for a moment of fame/ capitalize off of they insecure game/ i aint, menaj or dont care to be/ i am a real lyricist not a wanna be/ my voice don’t change and my sanity is intact/ my personality do not slip neither do i display a lunatic on crack/ that ish is whack/ im sure she will label me irrelevant, but when has a pysch-ward patient /ever been deemed talented.
12-16-2011
FOH capital letters
i put the bars in prison
free my nigga face
we at the fish fry frying his haters
T T T tryna come at my mans Nicki yu aint stickey yu bitches sickly
and motherfucker im ill
(Talking off the track)
Tryna come at Nicki Minaj bitch learn how to spell MINAJ. fuck it im out !
12-16-2011
FOH capital letters
i put the bars in prison
free my nigga face
we at the fish fry frying his haters
T T T tryna come at my mans Nicki yu aint stickey yu bitches sickly
and motherfucker im ill
(Talking off the track)
Tryna come at Nicki Minaj bitch learn how to spell MINAJ. fuck it im out !