| I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin
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| So far ahead, these bums is laggin'
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| See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin'
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| I’m startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| I’m startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
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| Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin'
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| So fuck, I look like gettin' back to a has-been?
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| Yeah, I said it, has-been
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| Hang it up, flatscreen
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| (Ha ha) Plasma
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| Hey, Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
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| I got the pumps, it ain’t got medicine
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| I got bars, sentencing
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| I’m a bad bitch, I’m a cunt
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| And I’ll kick that hoe, punt
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| Forced trauma, blunt
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| You play the back, bitch, I’m in the front
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| You need a job, this ain’t cuttin' it
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| Nicki Minaj is who you ain’t fuckin' with
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| You little brag-a-lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock
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| I am a movie, camera block
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| You outta work, I know it’s tough
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| But enough is enough
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
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| I ain’t into S&M, but my whip’s off the chain
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| A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
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| Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
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| An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame
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| You don’t like it then peel off, bitch
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| Every last woman on Earth I’ll kill off, and I still wouldn’t fuck you, slut
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| So wipe the smile on your grill off, I swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal off
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| Get the wheels turnin', spin, and wheel off
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| Snap the axle in half, bust the tie-rod
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| Quit hollerin' «Why, God? |
| «He ain’t got shit to do with it
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| Bygones’ll never be bygones, so won’t be finished swallowin' my wad
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| I ain’t finished blowin' it, nice bra
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| Hope it’ll fit a tough titty, bitch
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| Life’s hard, I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad
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| With fake tits and a bad dye job
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| Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad
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| So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
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| And caught her stealin' my music, so I tied her arms and legs to the bed
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| Set up the camera, pissed twice on her
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| Look, two pees and a tripod!
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| The moral to the story is, life’s treatin' you like dry sod
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| Kick it back in its face, my God
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| It’s Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd
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| But don’t ask why, bitch (Ask why not)
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| The wo-world is my punchin' bag and
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| If I’m garbage, you’re a bunch of maggots
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| Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
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| Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it
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| Like a, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| You fell off, off, they must’ve bumped your wagon
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| You must’ve went off the back, I’m 'bout to go off the deep end
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| I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic
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| (I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
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| Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
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| Should’ve sent a thank-you note, you little ho
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| Now I’m a wrap your coffin with a bow
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| (Ni-ni-ni) «Nicki, she’s just mad 'cause you took the spot»
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| Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot?
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| Well, bitch, if you ain’t shittin', then get off the pot
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| Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that’ll off your top
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| I-I-I hear them mumblin', I hear the cacklin'
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| I got 'em scared, shook, panickin'
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| Overseas, church, Vatican
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| You at a stand, still, mannequin
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| You wanna sleep on me? |
| Overnight?
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| I’m the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite
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| And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
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| Now all my niggas gettin' bucked, overbite
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| I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi’s
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| Raggedy-ass, holes in your knee-highs
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| I call the play, now do you see why?
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| These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli
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| (Manning, Eli!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli
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| These bitches callin' me (Manning, Eli)
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| A-a-a-a-all you little faggots can suck it
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| No homo, but I’m a stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets
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| And I’m crooked enough to make straitjackets bend
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| Yeah, look who’s back again, bitch, keep actin' as if
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| You have the same passion that I have
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| Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass
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| You assdicks had gastric bypass
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| Ain’t hot enough to set fire to dry grass
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| And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids (Eyelash!)
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| Go take a flyin' leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony
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| 'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass
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| You know what time it is, so why ask?
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| When Shady and Nicki’s worlds clash
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| It’s (high class) meets (white trash)
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
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| Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
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| Roman! |
| Roman!
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| Stop it, stop it!
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| You’ve gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad!
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| You and this boy Slim Shady!
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| What’s goin' on?
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| They’ll lock you away!
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| They’ll put you in a jail cell!
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| I promise!
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| Take your mother’s warning, Roman
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| Please
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| Back to bed! |
| Run along!
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| Let’s go! |
| Come on!
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| Wash your mouth out with soap, boys
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| (Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys…) |