Fake B*tch Barbie

Look at you – Miss Ton of Make-Up in the mirror,

Think you’re hot, but you're just gettin’ weirder.

Kilos of powder on your face, lookin' dead,

But inside you're empty – no brains in that head.

Green bean body, no curves, Size Zero,

Buying self-worth at Gucci – still a fake hero.

Fake lashes, Botox, lips like a raft,

And your soul? Gone. Your gaze? Just daft.

I ain’t no angel, but at least I’m real,

You cling to the mirror like it's crack you can feel.

Your life: TikTok, selfies, daddy’s gold,

But without a filter, your world’s cold.

I hate your Barbie world, your brands and your poses,

Y’all ugly as hell – even dressed in designer clothes.

You ain’t shit, just cheap with a perfume overdose,

Plastic girls with no heart – I spit on your Moses.

Fake-ass Barbie, get the hell out my sight,

I ain’t one of you – I puke in your Gucci night.

Each of you think you're a star on stage,

But you're hollow as a blow-up cage.

MAC on your lips, Louis on your back,

But inside, you're rottin’ like a gut attack.

Your "friendship"? Bought – like them nails you flaunt,

They smile at you, but pray for your haunt.

You’re cold, empty – just shell, no seed,

I wish you pimples and bad luck, that’s what you need.

Your world is plastic, lies, and glare,

I wouldn’t touch you with gloves – don't you dare.

You ain’t pretty – just a cartoon face,

And every "cute" on Insta’s a filtered disgrace.

I hate your Barbie world, your brands and your poses,

Y’all ugly as hell – even dressed in designer clothes.

You ain’t shit, just cheap with a perfume overdose,

Plastic girls with no heart – I spit on your Moses.

Fake-ass Barbie, get the hell out my sight,

I ain’t one of you – I puke in your Gucci night.

I’m not one of you – you’re my enemy,

Dressin’ for boys, still actin’ like a mini-me.

I don’t wear Prada, but I got a brain,

Don’t need lip gloss to stay in my lane.

So go – with your fake friends and your dirty bags,

Actin’ like queens, but your mirror shows cracks.

And when you cry 'cause your selfie gets no fame,

Remember: I saw through you – you're just a name.