Dead (feat. Cardi B)

Grammy-Award-winning recording artist Cardi B
Known for her chart-topping hits
Now stands accused of a crime spree
That has left a trail of devastation and fear
International rap superstar is on the run
After being linked to a series of brutal killings
Remain vigilant and report any sightings immediately
According to police, the victims
Cardi B, who has always been a controversial
Bloggers, journalists, and most chillingly, several female rappers
If these allegations are true
It will undoubtedly be one of the darkest chapters in music history

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I took that demon to the ride, I'm goin' fast (fast)
Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch? She lookin' back
I know these bitches in my shadow feel so cold
I don't think these bitches know

I want they heads
I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead
I know they heard a bitch was coming and they scared
I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead

Can't compete with me, I'm not the one
I tell hoes to suck my dick, they put they hair up in a bun
I let these bitches see, I should've left these hoes with nun'
Never smart to beef with me, what can I say? These hoes be dumb
Bitches love to die young, look
The water fountain, put my toes in it
Music fire, put my soul in it
My coochie and my business, these bitches love putting they nose in it
Tell a bitch: You better use your head 'fore I come there, put a hole in it
Like, baow
Baow, baow
Now she can bowl with it
They say: Cardi, you tweakin', nah, I don't be tweakin' enough
Bitches be doin' shit and I be lettin' it slide and I don't be bringin' it up
Bitches be out here tellin' lies about me and y'all just be eatin' it up
But when I drag her to hell
Cardi, you evil as fuck
She say my name, she gettin' belt
She think I'm playin', she gettin' belt
When we go in the store, don't touch nothin', you complain or you gettin' belt
I cried three hundred days last year and none of y'all called me up
And like those tears that ran down my cheek, y'all 'bout to be salty as fuck, girl
Guess who drop a thousand times and none of it's workin'?
Guess who doin' shows for damn near free and pockets hurtin'?
Guess who make sure that she play nice when we in person?
And guess who done bodied up more bitches than they surgeon? Uh
I'm collectin' body bags like they purses
I don't even rap no more, I drive hearses
Bitches got some nerve and then be nervous (ah-ah-ah)
Don't tell me, tell customer service
Not for nothing, I'm that bitch
I look good, plus I'm thick
If you get money and you cute, then, bae, you basically my twin
You been here since: Washpoppin'? Then we basically locked in
You done seen me get knocked down nine times, still get up ten
They still mad about that Grammy
They still mad that I'm still poppin'
They still mad that they don't play her in the club and I went diamond
Hoes tried rebrandin', revampin', but ain't do nothin'
Had another baby, I was pre-eclamptic, you gotta love it
Niggas tweakin', yup, in front of the world, what?
How you do a bitch like that if I'm your? Huh
I tried to come in peace, they tore me into pieces
Now I gotta R-I-P it

I want they heads
I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead
I know they heard a bitch was coming and they scared
I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead

If you not my bitch, you just a bitch, then you an opp
If you with that bitch, when I come get her, you gon' die
Red beam, shot, bah

Oh, I want all these bitches dead
Gone and deceased, capisce?
No, I won't rest till all these bitches sleep
Lord give me the strength 'cause all these bitches weak
Man, I swear, I want these bitches all dead
Enemies all begging for their life
You playing with me, won't make it through the night
I'll do more than everything that's right
Man, I swear that I want these bitches all dead
Dead, dead, dead, ooh