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Nicki Talking]
Revenge, um,
you know, she just really out the window
and you gotta be careful you pick fights
and that's I've learned in this business
you just know...

[Lil'
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
you Lil Kim clone clown
all this buffoonery, the stops now
time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the
I put hands on this bitch like a spa
we all your last name is what got you a job
you use to put gimmicks something like a collage
you putting on a show, you gon' get the appaulse
clap clap, lift your frame like a garage, yeah
this hood sh-t you and Drake built for
the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
I'm still counting what generated
bet my sh-t keeps spinning like syndicated
corny broad I'll leave pyou like you menstruated
your hot air ass bitch should been deflated
aint a championship fight I've been the greatest
see the fact is, you doing I did it
trying to clone my style, run with it
thats cool, I was the one with it
you kim wannabe you just hate to admit it
I'm the Blueprint you aint nothing new
check ya and videos, you'll always be number 2
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I
sweety, you going on your minute of fame
I'm over 10 years still running the game
cut the comparisons, I'm in the legendary
fighting for ya spot, please, I'm solidified
with my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches
you high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my on
go stick head in a tornado, brainstorm
I bombs, FLex, Napalm
and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppe's when I step out, posted up in
p-ssy so pink like my saying hello
if I whistle, they'll pistol whip you in all five
I'm in Brooklyn, be everywhere comfortably
now who pumped you and you to come romp with me
you the type to run your mouth and then run me
I'm poppin' off in hood with no company
on, Queens aint showing 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 to stop, you're not hot, you're a burning match
that means the end is near soon, copy
oh I see, really got you gassed like
I'mma think of the
better slow down dummy, you to crash
p-ssy hoe, I'm giving you a bath
thermometer in and I'm coming for your ass
who you think you getting
I see right through you, you're whole sh-t is made of

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

Kim]
I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn thorough bred
rep for my bitch
never been the type to have and try to settle sh-t
I ride out till the wheels off
and my n-ggas squeeze til the last go off
f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of
a airhead bitch, scarecrow
haha, aint nothing old but my bitch
hahaha, this is grown assests
Benjamin's my you Young Money bastards
you and Diddy, bunch of swagger jackers
I you hoes, I should claim you on my income taxes
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, by the great
so on my next move, I'm checkmate

I a massacre
Charles Manson you don't a chance with her
Jeffrey Dahmer you looking like 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
you're garbage so I'm taking out the
you sh-t on me, come on baby
enough ass shots in the World
you're a nuisance, you'll steal my new sh-t
but you could never with me so chuck it up, Deuces
all around the World I like a ball team
I chips, call me Mr's Rosteam
tricks is for kids, rabbit, your my offspring
Kim more anticipated than a ring....