Boo i'm a woman i'm stronger than these ladies/
So many flopped albums the 'song cry' like Jay Z/
You another Wayne except you lamer than the Bradies/
You're a rap grade C goin against Hades/
Queen of the Underworld, niggas can't phase me/
Before you say 'deez' ya nuts get merked like Mercedes/
Shout outs to the Germans, ya'll niggas keep learnin/
These niggas is germs man, equivalent to worms man/
I'll break ya legs you can call me the Foot Locker/
I O.D on my own shit like fucked up Doctors/
Speakin of medication, I can sell the shit I get from doctors/
But if she goes the extra 'mile' then I can 'Pop-a-doc' son/
That's just how I roll, love me or hate me/
It's just the way I am ya'll can call me Miss shady/
No still call me bk baybee, my minions geeks to me/
They listen to complex shit sayin 'it's greek to me'/
Ya'll niggas one big slouch, ya'll are 'sheek' to me/
My shit is strong say ouch, it's all meek to me/
Ya'll shit is lame, it's all weak to me.../
Talkin so much shit gurls wanna buck me/
They scream 'fuck who' then crowd says 'FUCK ME'/
But they men model after and for me, they 'suck seeds'/
Ha ha, get it? Fuck O.D he just shitted/
I laugh at these people claimin freestyles and spittin writtens/
If rhymes were bullets then half them shits would be bitten/
Whack material, all flat like black fitteds/
I get it but I never have to live it, fuck the lyrics/
I'll shatter your dreams then rip apart your spirit/
These bytches is liars but have their 'ups and downs' like dick hoppers/
It's fun to deploy my people like coppers, the straight boppers/
They can double the beef like big whoppers/
You bunch of cock knockers, I meet all of em but they ain't fockers/
In fact they got more snitches than crime stoppers..../
Bitch ass niggas I got so many techs I shoot and miss em/
Ya'll niggas have so many 'Reks' you own systems/
Fuck it, I feel bad for ya'll niggas ya'll are all piss poor/
Work for me i'll have ya'll cleanin up piss floors/
You can be pissed or, be kissed by four/
Excited? Forget I flip it/
I mean four from the clips like snippets.../
One headshot squash you like Frogger or I can 'ribbit'/
Ya'll bytches seem disgraced like shamed whores/
You want amusement I write this shit in Folklore/
But don't confuse it I abuse it it's one big metaphor/
This rap shit is my man I can take him to town/
Got bangin beats, you can hear 'no chris brown' in my background/
Although I let the beat pound spittin fire I don't condone/
Cuz as I astound I seem to melt the microphone/
Gurl why you ramblin? This ain't no micro-phone/
You Microsoft, who's peepin in my Windows homes?/
I got the game for Sherlocked, but I ain't no holmes/
It's Common I kick knowledge but he don't spit poems/
At least nothin that could make a nigga's mind leave/
I might leave a blue clue or two, but nigga you know I ain't Miss Steve/
I ain't weak, I ain't fake I ain't weave i'm your pet peeve/
My people is prominent and yours is sad like grief/
Please boo allow me to be brief/
You ain't shit so you don't need a leaf, nigga you ain't a beast so you don't need teeth/
Matter of fact, I think you need to debrief/
So I can de-queef this rap pussy the game NEEDs me/
These people are only entertainment, let me rephrase it laymen's...terms/
Fuck the game until whack niggas are covered in sperm/
Fuck the fans until I no longer have demand/
Fuck the industy until the manager can't even stand/
Bytch you must be on pot to see I don't sizzle like pans/
But I forgive you, cuz they tell me i'm the shyt/
Know i'm the plan, pissin people off on the grid/
Nobody knows you nigga you've been hid, you've been done in you've been did/
Throwin subliminals so hard they sayin in front of they kids