bitch! p1

I guess that these lyrics too real for you to handle

 

Don't know how to feel with all of these scandals

 

Bitch Vicki Vale, yeah, here is a sample

 

Bitch Lois Lane, yeah, here's an example

 

Bitch Catwoman, uh, lightin' up these candles

 

Fuck bitches who cancelled, I'ma take up the mantle

 

 

 

Bih Damian Wayne, huh, bitch, I feel pain

 

Too much in my brain, yeah, I'm Two-Face

 

I'm Harvey Dent, pull up in the Wraith

 

Feel like Diana Prince with my lasso every day, huh

 

And these bitches like Bruce Wayne, uh

 

She Selina Kyle, she pour that champagne, uh

 

Feel like Green Lantern with these constructs

 

Feel like Darkseid, I'm so corrupt, yeah

 

These bitches Superman, they Clark Kent

 

Wondering where your ass went

 

These bitches mad, when?

 

Two twin Glocks, shot up my dad's friend

 

I'm collectin' strays like Selina

 

Fucking on hoes, no Felicia

 

These hoes want clothes, I do not need ya

 

Too many hoes, cock the Nina, woah-oh

 

These hoes be demons, feel like Rachel Roth

 

I feel like Raven this evening, I'ma get the Glock

 

Necromancer, bitch, I'm schemin', she know what I want

 

She know what I'm needin', huh

 

Got my eyes closed, feel like Felix Faust

 

These hoes want me dead, how 'bout now?

 

Gettin' wasted, feel like Killer Croc

 

I feel green, lil' bitch, uh, gun be cocked

 

And you know I feel like Deathstroke

 

I feel like Deadpool, she would know

 

These hoes diss on me, let's take it slow

 

Make a bitch just bleed, 6 feet below

 

Feel like Terra, I'm bonded with the Earth

 

These hoes act like they hurt

 

I got fire, bitch, you burned

 

I got fire, bitch, you burnt, uh-uh

 

She give me brain, she give me head, migraine

 

And she know she wanna go to outer space

 

And she can't look me in my face

 

And I'm really not okay

 

And all you bitches just be fake

 

All you bitches just be snakes

 

And I got the candy paint, woah-oh

 

And I'ma pull up in the Wraith, woah-oh

 

Grab the Glocky and the K

 

Pussy bitch gon' get sprayed

 

Got my hoe and an AK

 

And the more I get love the more I get hate, woah-oh

 

 

 

I guess that these lyrics too real for you to handle

 

Don't know how to feel with all of these scandals

 

Bitch Vicki Vale, yeah, here is a sample

 

Bitch Lois Lane, yeah, here's an example

 

Bitch Catwoman, uh, lightin' up these candles

 

Fuck bitches who cancelled, I'ma take up the mantle

 

 

 

Feel like Cyborg, bitch, this my world

 

Yeah, you my girl, I pray to my Lord

 

These bitches wanna kill my ass, uh, by force

 

I got my sword, I got my horse

 

I feel like Wonder Woman, cuz I got my sword

 

Feel like I'm Wonder Girl, got my lasso, on a high horse

 

Drawin' on the whiteboard, Mr. Terrific, uh, you're my whore

 

Won't do my chores, 'cause I'm bored

 

Side doors, suicide doors, s-s-s-suicide doors

 

July 4th, bitches criticizing my form

 

Feel like Beast Boy, money green, shit's something to die for

 

Who you gettin' high for? I wanna get high more

 

Bitch, who you wanna die for? Woah-oh-oh

 

And I feel like Green Arrow, I got an eye for

 

Bitches who wish I was dead, shit's an eyesore

 

All I really want, LexCorp, Lex Luthor, my voice be quite hoarse

 

Feel like Robin, I'm on my high horse, seein' this bright orb

 

Bitch I feel like Felicia I'm stealing with a bright torch

 

And they wanna come and steal my torch

 

Yeah, I'm gettin' dough, the price soared

 

Now they diss on me, sayin' I'm poor

 

But I'm not poor, you gon' die poor, you gon' die wore

 

Uh, you gon' die sore, woah, five-four, 5-4, uh, five-four, 5-4, uh

 

Pussy bitch I'm the Flash I'm Wally West

 

Got all my dough like what is next?

 

I been gettin' dough like the Wayne's, gettin' my checks

 

I know they wish I was dead, woah-oh

 

Walkin' thru these wide doors, hey, welcome to my dorm

 

Welcome to my house motherfucker, I should type more

 

You waste my time more, you waste my time more

 

I thought I'm yours, I just need to buy more

 

Hoppin' on the iceberg, walkin' into my dorm and my doors

 

Bitch hoe, who the fuck you tryna cry for?

 

Who would I soar the skies for? (You, baby)

 

Speak less, type more (you, baby-baby)

 

Supply more, what jobs you gon' apply for?

 

Welcome to my morgue, woah-oh

 

 

 

I guess that these lyrics too real for you to handle

 

Don't know how to feel with all of these scandals

 

Bitch Vicki Vale, yeah, here is a sample

 

Bitch Lois Lane, yeah, here's an example

 

Bitch Catwoman, uh, lightin' up these candles

 

Fuck bitches who cancelled, I'ma take up the mantle