I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin' See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin' I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So f*ck I look like gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen Plasma "Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon I ain't into S&M, but my whip's off the chain A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame You don't like it, then peel off, bitch Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off And I still wouldn't f*ck you, slut So wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod Quit hollering, "Why, God?" He ain't got shit to do with it Bygones'll never be bygones The world ain't finished swallowing my wad I ain't finished blowing it, nice bra Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard I swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealing my music So I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod The moral to the story is life's treating you like dry sod? Kick it back in its face, my God It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd But don't ask why, bitch, ask why not? The world-world is my punching bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon You must've went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end Told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Should've sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow "Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot" Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot? Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin' I got 'em scared, shook, panickin' Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli Manning, Eli, these bitches callin' me Manning, Eli All you lil' faggots can suck it No homo, but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep acting as if You have the same passion I have, yeah, right Still hungry, my ass, you ass-dicks had gastric bypass Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids, but eyelash Go take a flying leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony 'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nicki's worlds clash It's high class meets white trash Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad You and this boy Slim Shady What's going on? They'll lock you away They'll put you in a jail cell, I promise Take your mother's warning, Roman, please Back to bed, run along, let's go, come on Wash your mouth out with soap, boys
Written by: Kasseem Dean, Marshall B. III Mathers, Onika Tanya Maraj, John W. Davis, Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Malik Izaak Taylor, Bryan Higgins, James Jackson, Trevor Smith
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