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Roman’s Revenge

Nicki Minaj hair 2010 and hat

 

 

 

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

 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon

Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin’

So fuck I look like gettin’ back to a has-been

 

Yeah, I said it, has-been

Hang it up, flat screen

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’ brag-a-lot 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

 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, 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 friend

 

You don’t like it then peel off, bitch, every last woman on earth I’ll kill off

And I still wouldn’t fuck you, slut, so wipe the smile on your grill off

I swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal off

Get the wheels turnin’, spin a wheel off

 

Snap the axle in half, bust the tire-rod

Quit hollerin’ “Why, God?” He ain’t got shit to do with it

Bygones’ll never be bygones so won’t be finished swallowin’ my wad

I ain’t finished blowin’ it, nice bra

 

Hope it’ll fit a tough titty, bitch, life’s hard, I swear to God

Life is a dumb blond white broad

With fake tits and a bad dye job

Who just spit in my fuckin’ face and called me a fuckin’ tightwad

 

‘Til finally I broke down and bought her an iPod

And caught her stealin’ 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 treatin’ 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 punchin’ 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, raah, like a dungeon dragon

You fell off, off, they must’ve bumped your wagon

You musta went off the back, I’m ’bout to go off the deep end

Told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic

 

Is this the thanks that I get for puttin’ you bitches on?

Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?

Shoulda sent a thank you note, you little ho

Now I’ma wrap your coffin with a bow

 

Nicki, she 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 them mumblin’, I hear the cacklin’

I got ’em scared, shook, panickin’

Overseas, church, Vatican

You at a stand still, 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’ bucked, overbite

 

I see them dusty ass Filas, Levi’s

Raggedy ass, 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 actin’ as if

 

You have the same passion that 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, eyelash

 

Go take a flyin’ 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 class it’s high class meets white trash

 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, 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 goin’ on?

 

They’ll lock you away

They’ll put you in a jail cell

I promise

Take your mother’s warnin’, Roman please

 

Back to bed, run along

Let’s go, come on

Wash your mouth out with soap, boys

 

 

 

 

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