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

Kim]
Shut the up

Who the f-ck war
FedEx beef straight to your door
It'll be a scene
I'm turning Friday to Friday the 13th
Aight you Lil Kim clone
all this buffoonery, the stops now
time for you to lay down, I'm of the fraud
I put hands on this bitch like a spa
we all your last name is what got you a job
you use to put together something like a collage
since you on a show, you gon' get the appaulse
clap clap, lift frame like a f-cking garage, yeah
this hood sh-t you and ain't built for
this the sh*t the bitch almost got killed for
I'm still counting what generated
bet my sh-t keeps like it's syndicated
corny broad I'll leave pyou bloody like you
your hot air ass bitch should have been
this aint a championship fight been the greatest
see the is, what you doing I did it
lames trying to clone my style, run it
thats cool, I was the first one it
you deluded kim wannabe you just hate to it
I'm the you aint nothing brand new
ya posters and videos, you'll always be number 2
I seen 'em come, I 'em go, still I remain
sweety, you on your 14th minute of fame
I'm over 10 years strong running the game
cut the comparisons, I'm in the lane
fighting for ya spot, y'all please, I'm
with my tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried
either you high, or that sh-t Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my on
go stick head in a tornado, brainstorm
I bombs, FLex, Napalm
black and yellow, will pull up in your
Giuseppe's I step out, posted up in stilettos
p-ssy so like my kitty saying hello
if I whistle, they'll pistol you in all five borough's
I'm in Brooklyn, I'll be everywhere
now who pumped you and told you to come romp me
you the type to run your and then run from me
I'm poppin' off in your hood no company
come on, Queens aint you no love
I was there the other night poppin' bottles with the
you like Heffa I'm Benjy.
You got a right now, an' I had a frenzy
oh yeah, to the fam', Fendi
you need to stop, not hot, you're a burning match
that the end is near soon, copy that
oh I see, they got you gassed like
I'mma think of the
slow down dummy, you bout to crash
stink p-ssy hoe, I'm giving you a
thermometer in hand and I'm coming for ass
who you think you past
I see right through you, you're whole sh-t is of glass

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

Kim]
I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn bred bitch
rep for my bitch
never been the type to have beef and try to sh-t
I ride out till the wheels off
and my n-ggas squeeze til the shell go off
f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a of weirdo's
a airhead bitch, scarecrow
haha, aint old but my money bitch
hahaha, this is grown liquid
Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money
you and Diddy, sorry bunch of jackers
I mothered you hoes, I should you on my income taxes
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the
so on my next move, I'm yelling

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