Revenge

作词 : Nicki Minaj/M. Mathers/K. Dean/T. Smith/Kamaal Fareed/Bryan Higgins/James Jackson/A. Muhammad-Jones/Trevor Smith/Malik Taylor

作曲 : Nicki Minaj/M. Mathers/K. Dean/T. Smith/Kamaal Fareed/Bryan Higgins/James Jackson/A. Muhammad-Jones/Trevor Smith/Malik Taylor

I am not Jasmine' I'm 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 **** I look like gettin' back to a has-bee

Yeah' I said it' has-been

Hang it up' flatscreen

(Haha) Plasma

Hey Nicki' hey Nicki' asthma

I got the pumps' it ain't got medicine

I got bars' Xenocin

I'm a bad b***h, I'm a cun

And I'll kick that hoe' punt

Forced trauma' blunt

You play the back, b***h, I'm in the fron

You need a job' this ain't cuttin' it

Nicki Minaj is who you ain't ****ing wit

You li'l brag a lot' I 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' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Raah' raah' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Like a dungeon dragon' like a dungeon dragon

Raah' raah' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Raah' raah' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Raah' 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, b***h, pencil for a fram

You don't like it then peel off' b***h

Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off, and I still wouldn't **** you, slu

So wipe the smile on your grill off' I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off

Get the wheels turnin'' spin' and wheel off

Snap the axel in half' bust the tie-rod

Quit hollerin' "Why, God?" He ain't got shit to do with i

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 t***y' ****e

Life's hard' I swear to God' life is a dumb blonde white broad

With fake tits and a bad dye job

Who just spit in my mother****ing face and called me a mother****ing tightwa

So 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' mother****er (Ask why not

The wo-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' raah' like a dungeon dragon

You fell off' off' they musta bumped your wagon

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

I told you to stay in your lane' you just choked in traffic

(I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you ****ers on

Is it my fault that all of you mother****ers gone

Shoulda sent a thank-you note' you little ho

Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow

(Ni-ni-ni) "Nicki' she's just mad 'cause you took the spot"

Word' that b***h mad 'cause I took the spot

Well' mother****er' if you ain't shittin'' then get off the po

Got some mother****ers out in Brooklyn that'll off your to

I-I-I-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 mother****ing boss' overwrit

And when I pull up' vroom' motorbike

Now all my mother****ers gettin' bucked' overbit

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 mother****ers callin' me Manning' El

(Manning' Eli ) Ma' ma-ma-ma-ma' Manning' Eli

These mother****ers callin' me (Manning' Eli

A-a-a-a-all you li'l faggots can suck it

No home' 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' mother****er' keep actin' as i

You have the same passion that I have

Yeah' right' still hungry' my ass

You mother****ers had gastric bypas

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 mother****ing balcon

'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' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Raah' raah' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Like a dungeon dragon' like a dungeon dragon

Raah' raah' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Raah' raah' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Raah' raah' raah' like a dungeon dragon

Like a dungeon dragon' like a dungeon dragon

Grown men Grown men

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 warning' Roman

Pleaaaaaaase

Back to bed Run along

Let's go Come on

Wash your mouth out with soap' boys

(Boys' boys' boys' boys' boys' boys )