bitch! p2

Feel like I'm Gwenpool, feel like I'm Gwen Stacy

 

Feel like you just hate me, thought you was my baby

 

Feel like Peter Parker, feel like life gets harder

 

Draw you hoes with markers, I know that you want her

 

Feelin' like Aunt May, we can do this all day

 

They wan' talk about Ye, yeah-yeah

 

And these hoes like Cindy Moon

 

I pull up in the Wraith, but I'm not with you

 

She got all that cake, and I don't know what to do

 

I'm goin' ghost everyday, I ain't even coming to

 

Now these hoes talk that shit, I thought it was the truth

 

Thought your love was true, but you was with other dudes

 

Feel like, feel like Miles Morales, I walk thru molasses

 

Skippin' all of my classes, uh-uh

 

Feel like Spider-Man, web-swinging thru them cities

 

Bitches diss me, but she pretty, is you busy? Is you with me?

 

Tryna kiss me, say you miss me, but I know you do not really miss me

 

Got the key to the city, feelin' real fuckin' shitty

 

Feel like Miguel O'Hara, these hoes end of an era

 

These motherfuckers be perras

 

Just got some dough, I feel like Tara

 

Markov, these bitches talk shit, uh, I'm Rose Wilson

 

I'm still smoking, pray for the children, save these hoes from buildings

 

Bitches go missing, I got these visions

 

Bitch my bitch be British she from Britain

 

Pray for the women in bad positions

 

In life, my baby, you fill in the missing pieces

 

Fighting my demons, feel like Zatanna

 

These hoes Dolce Gabana, woah-oh-oh-oh

 

They wanna come and sit on my ass, Atlanta

 

These hoes talk shit 'bout propaganda

 

I know they diss on me, feel like Diana

 

Now these hoes want me dead, stanzas

 

I got my Glocky, we in the Savannahs

 

Just got so much dough, hoes go bananas

 

I don't really know if you Lois Lane

 

You know me, you really Mary Jane

 

Feel like Kaine Parker, I'm goin' insane

 

Feel like Ben Reilly, Scarlet Spider, no Chasm

 

These bitches mad at me, they spasm

 

Gave my bitch a good ol' orgasm

 

What the fuck they talkin' 'bout? We comin' at 'em

 

 

 

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 I'm Tim Drake, feel like Cassandra Cain

 

Feel like Stephanie Brown, I feel like a DJ, uh-uh

 

I feel like Cassandra Sandsmark, uh

 

And I know these hoes diss on me, shit's hard

 

I just fucked your bitch, caught her off guard

 

Pull up in the whip, like a Vanguard

 

I feel like Doctor Fate, they had me locked away

 

Feel like Superboy, I'm not okay

 

Feel like Conner Kent, bitch, I'm with the Kents, huh

 

These hoes all in my bed all in my head all in my bed, uh

 

I know they gon' diss on me cuz they be so upset

 

Why the fuck they so tense and intense?

 

I stare at the sunset, tell me, what's the subset?

 

Where will the sun rest? I don't know, but fuck yes, uh-uh

 

Did you find love yet? Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...

 

Feel like Jonathan Kent, bitch, feel like Steve Trevor

 

I been doin' better, but I miss when we was together

 

It's whatever, fuck the pressure, gettin' cheese, gettin' cheddar

 

I'm gettin' cheddar, you can't change the weather

 

These hoes pussy wetter, woah-oh-oh-oh, yeah, well whatever

 

And these hoes, these hoes just like Kid Flash

 

Feel like Bart Allen, you can't get me back

 

And these hoes be calling me, I'm in the Maybach

 

Why'd you say that? You better stay back

 

I'ma get payback, I'ma get payback, I'ma get- I'ma get payback

 

It's real hot in here, but I feel like the Joker

 

Feel like Harley Quinn but I ain't even sober

 

Feel like Poison Ivy, like, is my life over?

 

Feel like Tefe Holland, bitch, I'ma stoner

 

I'm enterin' the Green, I'm enterin' the Red

 

Frank the fuckin' Plant, my bitch, she gettin' wet

 

Feel like King Shark, fuck Doctor Psycho

 

Bitch wants more, she need GEICO, woah-oh

 

These hoes not my hoes, no-no

 

And you know I never liked hoes

 

Who you truly like, though?

 

Two twin Glocks, you not my hoe

 

Okay, we in Ohio, bitch, I'm Dynasty, no Shiloh

 

What she want? That's a typo

 

Bitch a cunt, I'm pyro, yeah, I'm pyro, 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