I was justified when I was five Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back
Eat meat on Friday that's alright Even like steak on a Saturday night I can bitch the best at your social do's I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch Oh the bitch is back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch `Cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains Sell my soul by dropping names I don't like those, my God, what's that Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back
