Nicki Minaj & Ma] Remy! (Word) You what? Free Remy! Fuck you, Remy! (Fuck Minaj!) Are you You a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?) You had a leopard on your head (Are you dumb?) (Fuck Minaj!) Are you forgettin' I pressed you before, bitch? (Fuck Minaj!)
(I) Fuck with your soul like (Will) You ain't the queen, I'll you (Not) Lipo your ass and (Lose) I prove you lost
They told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, Ha-ha! I you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb ass It looks stupid, you got a dumb ass cray, and we all know that you dumb as You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you ass Let's be honest, you stole line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run? Talkin' about bringin' to a fight with guns When the shot you ever took was in your buns And I saw at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped He couldn't fuck you for three your ass dropped Now I don't think understand how bad her ass got The implants she had put in her ass popped I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have Did she at compensate? Start givin' you mad top? Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you bad thots?" He said "Nah," that's I knew you was really a trash bop You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate But now that they Remy, you don't sing the same tune Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was stupid," But you saw a opportunity you a opportunist Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on cheat shit Then got with the that told you on some creep shit But what to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit Left him and took a pic with the dude he had with? And we all know it was a beef you started Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch Now you gotta die, you dearly when I catch you, a real red carpet Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the Bitch so of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie Now all of a you back with Drake and Tunechi? he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci? Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta rap The whole industry know that your shit is a No, to be the of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter And that's why this is my Flo Rida Niggas done Drake pennin', Wayne pennin' And since your first boyfriend left, bitch winnin' You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm You can't get her online Safaree Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, Bond Only you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz Coke head, you on your man with Ebro I leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes They gassin' you up, but you been on E, "Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe Got your ghostwriters back, so you you lit Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster, I'm supposed to be 'Cause you bought your Barbie back? I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain Tried to in February, catch you in that Maybach Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki a Minaj? park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big I responded in less 48 Hours; Nick Nolte Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, the gauge blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, Only the kids believe in you St. Nick Now when I shoot at Nite, they won't understand it I'm Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon How are you on the VMAs, like you hood? Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, good?" Hannah Montana, she was always happy You only fronted on 'cause Mariah don't carry to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough Pillsbury Doughgirl; pick the biscuit up I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they me Best thing that ever happened to you was when they me You said you fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B? Get the picture, I'll you, I'm kind of a bully You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a 'Cause you was suckin' his And now he tired of nookie You claimed you fucked Drake Now where you took me You fucked the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Boogie Bronx, I come out of the Boogie To let you know real bitches lie on their pussy And stop numbers, you signed a 360 deal Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic Which means money go through five niggas before you touch it Any videos, promotions come out of your Endorsements, and merchandise, they finger-fuck it You make, like, 35 cents off of ducat I own my masters, bitch, So for sale I do, you gotta do like ten Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like him You a motherfuckin' worker, not a boss Rem You're done, them pop ain't get the news yet Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet I kill rappers, and you good as dead, Talkin' shit about me to a deaf And usually I have sympathy for the But not you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea But you point fingers at me? I'm the bad girl When she the one out misleadin' the black girls? All these fake asses influenced by girl Dyin' from surgeries—what a sad world! But before the butt job, you was a Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum And I got a few words for the moms of the Barbz who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj You for your brother's wedding? That's hella foul How you money to support a pedophile? He a walkin' dead man, sendin' to him I that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken Talkin' about your money long and your foreign Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum from You probably overseas, foreign sick Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants We that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers Yeah, you must you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers VH1, this You just got bodied by a Love &
Don't ever in your fuckin' play with me on the set! You it on the Rae Sremmurd record You it on your little freestyle They was duds, just like every other one was duds like this last one was a dud But what you not do is keep subbin' me Big... Pun! I a fuckin' headshot, you dead, bitch! not lose!