[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
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