Roman's Revenge
[Nicki Minaj]I am not Jasmine, I’m AladdinSo far ahead, these bums is laggin’See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin’I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonI’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragonLook at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin’So fuck, I look like gettin’ back to a has-been?Yeah, I said it, has-beenHang it up, flatscreen(Ha ha) PlasmaHey, Nicki, hey Nicki, asthmaI got the pumps, it ain’t got medicineI got bars, sentencingI’m a bad bitch, I’m a cuntAnd I’ll kick that hoe, puntForced trauma, bluntYou play the back, bitch, I’m in the frontYou need a job, this ain’t cuttin’ itNicki Minaj is who you ain’t fuckin’ withYou li’l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lockI am a movie, camera blockYou outta work, I know it’s toughBut enough is enoughRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
[Eminem]I ain’t into S&M, but my whip’s off the chainA little drop of candy paint drips off the frameTwisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brainAn eraser for a head, fuckin’ pencil for a frameYou don’t like it then peel off, bitchEvery last woman on Earth I’ll kill off, and I still wouldn’t fuck you, slutSo wipe the smile on your grill off, I swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal offGet the wheels turnin’, spin, and wheel offSnap the axel in half, bust the tie-rodQuit hollerin’ “Why, God?” He ain’t got shit to do with itBygones’ll never be bygones, so won’t be finished swallowin’ my wadI ain’t finished blowin’ it, nice braHope it’ll fit a tough titty, bitchLife’s hard, I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broadWith fake tits and a bad dye jobWho just spit in my fuckin’ face and called me a fuckin’ tightwadSo finally I broke down and bought her an iPodAnd caught her stealin’ my music, so I tied her arms and legs to the bedSet up the camera, pissed twice on herLook, two pees and a tripod!The moral to the story is, life’s treatin’ you like dry sod?Kick it back in its face, my GodIt’s Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite oddBut don’t ask why, bitch (Ask why not)The wo-world is my punchin’ bag andIf I’m garbage, you’re a bunch of maggotsMake that face, go on, scrunch it up at meShow me the target so I can lunge and attack itLike a, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonYou fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagonYou must've went off the back, I’m ’bout to go off the deep endI told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic
[Nicki Minaj](I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin’ you bitches on?Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?Should've sent a thank-you note, you little hoNow I’ma wrap your coffin with a bow(Ni-ni-ni) “Nicki, she’s just mad ’cause you took the spot”Word, that bitch mad ’cause I took the spot?Well, bitch, if you ain’t shittin’, then get off the potGot some niggas out in Brooklyn that’ll off your topI-I-I-I hear them mumblin’, I hear the cacklin’I got ‘em scared, shook, panickin’Overseas, church, VaticanYou at a stand, still, mannequinYou wanna sleep on me? Overnight?I’m the motherfuckin’ boss, overwriteAnd when I pull up, vroom, motorbikeNow all my niggas gettin’ bucked, overbiteI see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi’sRaggedy-ass, holes in your knee-highsI call the play, now do you see why?These bitches callin’ me Manning, Eli(Manning, Eli!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, EliThese bitches callin’ me (Manning, Eli)
[Eminem]A-a-a-a-all you li’l faggots can suck itNo homo, but I’ma stick it to ‘em like refrigerator magnetsAnd I’m crooked enough to make straitjackets bendYeah, look who’s back again, bitch, keep actin’ as ifYou have the same passion that I haveYeah, right, still hungry, my assYou assdicks had gastric bypassAin’t hot enough to set fire to dry grassAnd ’bout as violent as hair on eyelids (Eyelash!)Go take a flyin’ leap of faith off a fuckin’ balcony‘Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly assYou know what time it is, so why ask?When Shady and Nicki’s worlds classIt’s (high class) meets (white trash)Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonRoman! Roman!Stop it, stop it!You’ve gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad!You and this boy Slim Shady!What’s goin’ on?They’ll lock you away!They’ll put you in a jail cell!I promise!Take your mother’s warning, RomanPleaseBack to bed! Run along!Let’s go! Come on!Wash your mouth out with soap, boys(Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys…)