The Bum-bitch Ballad Lyrics

The Bum-bitch Ballad lyrics

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







[J-Zone]



Everytime 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'se a fake Mya Angelou, stunt, get a job *bitch*



The Metro, The Scholar, to The Poet's Cafe



You got mad, you'se a biatch, and you know it that way *Bitch!!* (echoes)



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 (8 X)*



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-b-b-b-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 onstage, 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!







[Female's voice]



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 *scratching 'bitch'*



*Hey, what about me?* *You're nothing but a* 



*bitch!**bitch!**killed the bitch**yo, bitch*



Don't be callin' me no bitch *scratching '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!