Walkin around like a trailer-trash gutter-slut,
gettin on stage, trying to twerk with no ass, but,
Wanna claim the title "baddest bish," what?!
You know you talk a lot of sit,
For someone who ain't got spit to offer.
High School dropout, prostitutin, thinkin, one day, someone might want her.
Lookin like you was road hard,
And hung up wetter,
To your family out in texas,
I yell "y'all better come get her."
For such a small bish,
you sure do bark a lot,
But your toothless, can't bite,
If you try, you get shot.
You barkin up the wrong tree,
Best hit that road thot,
Cuz my tree don't sway,
I'm rooted to the spot.
You couldn't take me down,
Even with all your strength.
Weak ass clown,
I'll use my weight, sit on you,
crush you, put you in the ground.
You lucky you ain't caught the wrath of Queen Savage yet.
Next time won't be so lucky,
I'll go for your throat, that's a bet.
Think a dose of reality would do you some good,
Stop talkin wanna be ghetto,
Actin gangsta Hood,
Shut the fup up, bish, you white, and that's ok!
Aint a dam reason your ass should be talkin that way.
Need to take you back to school,
Start it over
First grade
Start with the basics and pay attention,
Learn how a woman behaves.
Maybe then you'd be worth a sit,
Maybe then you'd have a job, a car, your kids!
Maybe then, a man might consider putting a ring on it.
But I doubt it.
Cuz your face is busted,
Like a can of ratchet biscuits,
sewer rats been gnawing on it.
Your ol skeletor lookin ass,
Leather-skin, weathered hoe,
Lookin 10 years older than your age,
Kind of sad though,
That every selfie you take,
Has a filter, so,
No one can see all the wrinkles, Crow's feet, sagging jowls ...
Oh! And don't get me started, on that duck face you do,
Anytime that a camera is pointed at you,
Like come on who lied and told you that spit was cute?
And you claim that your lame ass can rap!
Ha! I've heard your spit,
your bars , and vocals are crap!
I play your songs for people,
when I'm describin your talentless ass,
And every last one yelled,
"Turn that sit off it's trash!"
Did you really believe,
That you would go far?
Run away to the a,
Make it big, be a star?
Maybe get with a dude semi famous,
Get on the map.
Just Cruise in riding coattails,
You a lazy parasite don't cap.
Chloe starr, isn't that the stage name you chose?
But, it's lame, just like you,
Unoriginal, basic, plastic, plain!
Could you not be more creative?
Here I got one that's new,
A stage name that I came up with,
Just for you
"Fugly ratfaced shrinky DONT"
yeah that suits you real nice,
And sure ain't one you'll ever hear twice
Add some heat, step back,
Watch her face melt away!
Lookin more and more like a Picasso each day.
I literally could go on dissing you for days,
You make it too easy in so many ways
You're disgusting, oh god, I think I might puke!
Lil Miss bad bish,
sad, you so pathetic, it's tragic,
nah bish , I've had it,
I'm through!
