Vivian, you are a superstar!
Celebrities ‘tryna convince you they the same
Pandering just to get you buy their latest tape
Saying shit like “I love water, I love food
I got lungs to breathe air into
Don’t you see I’m just like you?”
When I hit it big, I ain’t gon’ play nobody fool
I’mma tell you all the time I’m better like I’m supposed to do
I’mma start my own business, piss off my assistant
I don’t give a shit if you a fan, I’m staying distant
I’m not gonna shake your hand just ‘cuz you think my music hittin’ different
Good job for having ears, bitch (Eugh!)
Maybe if you’re lucky, grab a sharpie and I’ll sign your tits
Below B cup
Sorry
It’s hard to write when your shits jigglin’ on me
(Somebody gotta speak up for the flat chested women in the world, you know?)
I do everything I can to secure my vision
When it come into fruition then I scrap the composition
‘Cuz a vision don’t matter if it’s barely listena-able
I’m indifferent
Indecision for musicians, such a tragic contradiction
Oh honey, you don’t like my music? Sign a fucking petition
It won’t stop my ambition, despite how hard you wishin’
They say white boys shouldn’t rap
That might be true
But I’m a fucking girl bitch, you ain’t ever seen a transition like this
Imma stick some holly in my asshole so you can give my sissy balls a kiss
That’s my Christmas gift, man, I hope it was on your list
It ain’t a competition (yuh yuh yuh)
But if it was then I’d be winning (yuh yuh yuh)
Stay the fuck out of my kitchen (ay yuh yuh)
All my life I never fit in (awww)
But then I stuck my fist in (oooooo)
And now I fuck yo mama like a piston
(I had sex with your mom, bitch!!!!!)
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