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Nicki Talking]
Revenge, um,
you know, she just really out the window
and you gotta be when you pick fights
and that's what learned in this business
you never know...

[Lil'
Shut the up

Who the f-ck war
FedEx beef straight to front door
be a murder scene
I'm turning Pink to Friday the 13th
Aight you Lil Kim clone
all this buffoonery, the shit now
time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the
I put hands on bitch like a spa massage
we all know your name is what got you a job
you use to put together gimmicks something like a
since you putting on a show, you get the appaulse
clap clap, lift your like a f-cking garage, yeah
this hood sh-t you and Drake built for
this the sh*t the other bitch almost got for
I'm still counting hardcore generated
bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it's
corny broad I'll leave pyou bloody like you
your hot air ass bitch should have been
this aint a championship fight I've been the
see the fact is, what you I did it
trying to clone my style, run with it
thats cool, I was the first one it
you deluded kim wannabe you hate to admit it
I'm the you aint nothing brand new
check ya posters and videos, always be number 2
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, I remain
sweety, you on your 14th minute of fame
I'm over 10 years strong still running the
cut the comparisons, I'm in the legendary
fighting for ya spot, please, I'm solidified
my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried
either you high, or sipping sh-t Wayne on
I get top dollar for my name on
go stick your in a tornado, brainstorm
I drop bombs, FLex,
and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppe's when I step out, posted up in
p-ssy so pink my kitty saying hello
if I whistle, pistol whip you in all five borough's
I'm in Brooklyn, be everywhere comfortably
now who pumped you and told you to come with me
you the type to run your mouth and then run me
I'm poppin' off in hood with no company
come on, Queens aint showing you no
I was there the other night poppin' bottles with the
you like Washington I'm Benjy.
You got a buzz right now, an' I had a
oh yeah, to the fam', Fendi
you need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burning
that means the end is near soon, copy
oh I see, really got you gassed like
think of the past
better slow down dummy, you bout to
stink p-ssy hoe, I'm giving you a
in hand and I'm coming for your ass
who you think you past
I see right you, you're whole sh-t is made of glass

[Nicki
You see through me
How do you do sh...

Kim]
I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn thorough bred
rep for my bitch
been the type to have beef and try to settle sh-t
I ride out till the fall off
and my n-ggas til the last shell go off
ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo's
you's a airhead bitch,
haha, aint nothing old but my money
hahaha, is grown liquid assests
my daddy you Young Money bastards
you and Diddy, bunch of swagger jackers
I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my taxes
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the
so on my next move, I'm yelling

I a massacre
Charles you don't stand a chance with her
Jeffrey you looking like lunch to me
I'm bout to kill all you bitches like Ted
leave yourn head red like Peg Bundy
hilarious, thanks for all the laughs
you're garbage so I'm taking out the
you sh-t on me, come on baby
ain't ass shots in the World
you're a nuisance, probably steal my new sh-t
but you could f-ck with me so chuck it up, Deuces
all around the World I like a ball team
I stack chips, call me Mr's
tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, my offspring
Kim more than a Lebron ring....