I was justified when I was five.
Raising cane, I spit in your eye.
Times are changing, now the poor get fat.
But the feverīs gonna catch you when the bitch gets back.
Eat meat on Friday thatīs alright.
Even like steak on a Saturday night.
I can bitch the best at your social doīs.
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue.
Iīm a bitch. Iīm a bitch.
Oh, the bitch is back.
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact.
I can bitch. I can bitch.
`Cause Iīm better than you.
Itīs the way that I move, the things that I do - oh-oh-oh.
I entertain by picking brains.
Sell my soul by dropping names.
I donīt like those, my God, whatīs that?
Oh, itīs full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back.