Yo, what up Zone man?   Yo, what's craculatin', man?   Yeah, you got a lot of folks mad last year, man   That bitch magna t-shirt buggin' out on stage, yeah, yeah      All that shit, man, people got heated   Yo, let me tell these girls something, man   Yo, if you know you got it going on, we cool   I ain't talking bad about you      But to the girls that's getting offended   I mean you must be talking to you if you're gettin' mad   Look like the girls right around from the Pony Cafe   Yo, break it on down, man, break it on down      Every time I do a show, I catch beef with these weak ass groups   And headwrap chicks drinkin' wheat grass juice   Offended by my t-shirts and how I behave   Just because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braids      But if you know you ain't a bitch then you wouldn't get mad   You're a fake Mya Angelou, stunt, get a job, bitch   The Metro, The Scholar to The Poet's Cafe   You got mad, you're a biatch and you know it that way, bitch      To the fake-ass activist headwrap chicks on the low kidnappin' dicks   Bitch, stop starin' like I walked out of Bellvue   If you lookin' for enlightened, men, I can't help you   You got your degree? You can still be a bitch      If you knew your baby's father maybe you wouldn't be a bitch   (Asshole)   Who the fuck you mean, me?   Stunt, you must be out of your mind   Must be something in the green tea      And some of these chicks used to dance on the table   Now they hatin' on me, actin' educational   You can get mad, turn blue in the face   But when I pee, I hit your grill so I don't ruin the drapes      Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch   Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch      Oh, I see how it's going down   You know what I'm saying?   Yo, if it don't apply to you, you ain't gonna get mad   But, yo, it ain't only a gender thing      Some of these dudes is bitches too, man   I'm gonna talk the fellas real quick   Hey, you're talking about my sister   I'ma start about these punk ass cats, b-b-bitch      Females are quick to get mad but it's hard to remember   You can still be a bitch regardless of gender   Come at me like a Muslim, nigga   I saw you in Florida with a hot dog, bitch, stop lyin'      You a bitch 'cuz you told me, "Stay underground forever"   Fuck you, I want a Caddy with some dice in the mirror   Catch any DJ puttin' 6 joints of mine on a mix tape   We fightin' this year      Online or on stage, you took time to diss me?   Thanks for the promotion, I was delighted   Male or female, if the shoe fits you   Blow me in the key of F sharp, biatch      Listen, you no-job having, scrub motherfucker   You need to learn to respect a righteous sister   I went to a show and all I heard was bitch this, bitch that   Me and my fellow sisters, we don't play that shit, nigga      You grabbing yourself on stage? That's not conscious   It's bullshit, where is the uplifting message?   You don't deserve a goddess like me anyway   So fuck you, bitch      Hey, what about me? You're nothing but a bitch   Bitch, killed the bitch, yo, bitch   Don't be callin' me no bitch, bitch   Who you talkin' 'bout? You, bitch      Punk bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch   Fuck you, bitch, and kept goin'   Now wait a minute, you're talking about my sister   Fifty-cent juice drinkin', bitch      Biatch