Black Friday

[Intro: Angie Martinez, Nicki Minaj, and Lil' Kim]

It's funny, 'cause, you know... we've been asking people what they wanted to know

I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with Kim

And I don't know. Just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper

And I'm thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming

Even though you say it's not specifically about her, that "Roman's Revenge" ("Roman's Revenge"?) is for Kim

Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights

And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know—

Shut the fuck up!

Black Friday, baby!

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]

Who the fuck want war?

FedEx beef straight to your front door

It'll be a murder scene

I'm turnin' Pink Friday to Friday the 13th (Ch-ch-ch, ha-ha)

A'ight, you Lil' Kim clone clown

All this buffoonery, the shit stops now

Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds

I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage

We all know your last name's what got you your job

You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage

Since you puttin' on a show, you gon' get the applause

Clap, clap, lift your frame like a fucking garage, yeah

This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for

This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for

I'm still countin' what Hardcore generated

Bet my shit keep spinnin' like it's syndicated

Corny broad, I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated

You hot air-ass bitch, should have been deflated

This ain't a championship fight, I've been the greatest

See, the fact is, what you doing, I did it

Lames tryna clone my style and run with it

That's cool, I was the first one with it

You's a Lil' Kim wanna be, you just hate to admit it

I'm the blueprint, you ain't nothin' brand new

Check your posters and videos, you'll always be number two

I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still, I remain

Sweetie, you goin' on your fourteenth minute of fame

I'm over ten years strong still running the game

Cut the comparisons, I'm in the legendary lane

Fighting for a spot, child, please, I'm solidified

With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried

Either you're high or sippin' that shit Wayne on

I get top dollar for whatever my name on

Go stick your head in a tornado; brainstorm

I drop bombs, Flex, napalms

Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto

Giuseppe's when I step out, posted up in stilettos

Pussy so pink, like my kitty sayin', "Hello"

If I whistle, they'll pistol whip you in all five boroughs

I'm from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably

Now, who pumped you and told you to come romp with me?

You're the type to run your mouth and then run from me

I'm poppin' off in your hood with no company

Come on, Queens ain't showin' you no love

I was there the other night, poppin' bottles with the thugs

You're like Washington, heffer, I'm Benji

You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy (Still do)

Oh, yeah, welcome to the fam, Fendi

You need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burnin' match

That means the end is near soon, copy that?

Oh, I see, they really got you gassed

Like I'm a thing of the past, better slow down

Dummy, you 'bout to crash, stank pussy ho

I'm givin' you a bath, thermometer in hand

And I'm comin' for your ass, ha

Who you think you gettin' past? I see right through you

Your whole shit is made of glass

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj, Lil' Kim, and unidentified woman]

Ah, suicide music (You see right through me)

Yawn

My God

It's boring (How do you do that-)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]

I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn thorough bitch, rep for my borough, bitch

Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit

I ride out 'til the wheels fall off

And my niggas squeeze 'til the last shell go off

Fuck your whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos

You's an airhead bitch, scarecrow

Ha, ain't nothin old but my money, bitch

Ha, this is grown liquid assets

Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money bastards

You and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers

I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income taxes

Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great

So on my next move, I'm yellin', "Checkmate"

I smell a massacre

Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her

Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin' like lunch to me

'Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy

Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy

You're hilarious, thanks for all the laughs

You're garbage, so I'm takin' out the trash

You, shit on me? Come on, baby girl

Ain't enough ass-shots in the world

You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit

But you could never fuck with me, so chuck it up, deuces

All around the world, I ball like a ball team

I stack chips, call me Mrs. Rothstein

Tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, you're my offspring

Kim more anticipated than a LeBron ring

[Outro: Lil Kim mocking Nicki Minaj]

I mean, I know, I know you guys asked me if "Roman’s Revenge" was about Kim

And no, I, it’s not about Kim, I'm-

Actually, if Kim thought it was about her, I’m so sorry

I’m so sorry, I apologize, Kim

I, I don’t know, I just had temporary insanity

I lost my teeth and my mind

Oh, I- my mind in my teeth [?]