Marsha/Britney

[Verse 1] I got imitators, haters, and some psychos But what I have most are bitches who are fame whores Seen her at a party posing for photos She don't think about the world past painting toes This girl has been doing rounds at the local mall And a evading past doing dudes in rock and roll Pretty face character deadly like a She always claims she's part native Navajo It's kinda easy dressin' head to toe in black Her style is straight whack off a magazine rack Buy it, post it, link it, spread it, read it and ready You're always on Myspace but you need phone credit [Hook] You wanna be the next big thing, "it" thing Do anything, but you can't sing Hey Marsha What'd you do yesterday? 'Cause when I read the blog story Don't add up to what you told me Hey Marsha What'd you do yesterday What I read on your blog story Don't add up to what you told me [Verse 2] You want- you want- you want- you want- You want to be a model for American Apparel It's apparent that yourself is way dumber than Cowell You want high fashion so you worked at fashion high Cocaine kept you talking most of it a fucking lie You shooters now dumber trying to talent call job Your shoes could feed a village, you should think about that Facebook face facts can you know that "Blah blah blah blah blah", girl, you should post that [Hook] You wanna be the next big thing, "it" thing Do anything, but you can't sing Hey Marsha What'd you do yesterday? What I read on your blog story Don't add up to what you told me (Hey Marsha) Hey Marsha What'd you do yesterday What I read on your blog story Don't add up to what you told me