Bambi bell of the boar Benji better than 'em all Never been a flaw Pretty kid the mannequin The clothes silly, never been a drawer When I purr , better than the poor All are stir when she on the floor Giving it in all, champainge always on the pour Some happy others can applaud Dumb bitches how you bet of course Run away, right on the shore Take the prints ground and aquine Shoot 'em down know the bitch is gone Tell her brother's on carry on Downtown niggers heard a song It's ever on my head when it's warm South get the critics in the morgue Have it glee shawty he's a blown Where the blue weave have blown Other than my lawn, They expect the bank and the poor See I used to think I was fierce 'cause I was in all the houses I won trophies, I used to munch trade for dollars too But see I'm fiercer now 'Cause I got a job, I got an education And I got somebody waiting at home for me god damn it Now, one queen asked me the other day was it She told me: Miss Thing you think you're fierce? I said of course She said: All queens think they're fierce; that's a miss Thing All queens ain't me I'll never plee on my feast with the eyes But these rhyme and let you redesign So she go ahead in time Come queen with the set of prize Witness the baddest bitch alive Reporting from rebellion late Gorgeous and so what is mine A girl want to thrill and the rhyme Dope as a pearl when it shines Welcome to her house in the sky Ahahaha The house, the house Work with the house 'Cause you paid 10 dollars to get on the ball Work with the house Work with the house Work with the house 'Cause you paid 10 dollars to get on the ball Work with the house Work with the house Work with the house 'Cause you paid 10 dollars to get on the ball Work with the house Work with the house Work with the house 'Cause you paid 10 dollars to get on the ball The house,the house Work me God damn it Fact that you get me moaning Bad habit, my addiction where to show me Mad addict and it did it to a friend You better have tell it to a ten Weigh down another to a shrim Get together with the slim Mermaid came on a swim Wait to the gents, to my gyps and the spin Turn tricks in the fucking end He turns it to the fucking gym You have gone mission to end Come again,come again You running with the brooms And run to the gin Bambi work it up like fellas in a gym Hey fellas,fellas I'm better than a 10 I love in the gin like twelve on the skin Young mademoiselle,that's ever way prouder I'm giving them hell you bitches getting nada