You done, you tired? You suck at life?
You don't want a round three? You done suffered twice
Worship the queen and you might get passed
Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali
These bitches can't even spell that
You, you hoes buggin', repel that
Let me tell you this, sister
I am, I am colder than a blister
Cause my flow's so sick and I'm a lunatic
And this can't be cured with no Elixir
Cause y'all know who the fuck, what the fuck I do
I done put the pressure to every thug I knew
Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too
Put the hyena in a freakin' zoo