I suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinkin'
You'll find me in the studio and not in the kitchen
I won't be braggin' 'bout my cars or talkin' 'bout my chains
Don't need to shake my ass for you 'cause I've got a brain
If I told you 'bout my sex life, you'd call me a ****
When boys be talkin' about their bitches, no one's makin' a fuss
There's a glass ceilin' to break, uh-huh, there's money to make
And now it's time to speed it up 'cause I can't move at this pace
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of ****
You're not a size six, and you're not good lookin'
Well, you better be rich, or be real good at cookin'
You should probably lose some weight
'Cause we can't see your bones
You should probably fix your face or you'll end up on your own
Don't you want to have somebody who objectifies you?
Have you thought about your butt? Who's gonna tear it in two?
We've never had it so good, uh-huh, we're out of the woods
And if you can't detect the sarcasm, you've misunderstood
Bop.
she looks like that ugly thing in Asylum.
