fight!

Are you ready?
Bitch I do things a little different
Get 'em a little stiffer then
I wipe the floor with 'em
Like they're Swiffers
I'm a quitter, overeager
I'm a bitter loser
Boo hoo hoo you whore
So I never lose
So I win whatever I can choose
So I win whoever I can move
So I leave behind no ruins but the viewers
Running up my views intuitively
Suck a few of these teets
Suck my fucking dick
Now it's a mandate
Turned all of those stuck-ups
To my motherfucking fanbase
I get lethal, it gets heavy
I stay ready with a
Dark red mani-pedi
I'm crucial like Lucifer
Punitive, brutal like how
I stay smiling while doing it
Ruder than few been to you
In plain view with it
Cuter than the dimple in my cheeks
I Betty Booped it
Bitch kick rocks
Like Jeremy said
I got dope in my socks and
I'm giving him head
Going down like the stocks
I got moxie
Hi my name's Roxie
The box hot
He's heated by proxy
There's a level to the way
I keep it lucrative
Keep it fluid even when
They're misconstruing me
Red pen, turn an
Opp to opportunity
You thought you had a bitch
But your bird shit is lunacy
Bra ta ta ta on the cymbal
I ah ah ah ah
I'm a sexual symbol
Hakuna Ma-titty tatas, I'm a singer
I sew it all up then I sit and deliver
They go mmm mmm mmm mmm
She's a killer
Skate my way in to eight figures
Go figure, go fish
They want to eat from my dish
But the wishlist don't criss-cross
Next Christmas I guess
Suck my fucking
Choo choo
I'm the little engine that could
Vroom vroom
Cut another hit up in your cut
I cop a fifth, I comp a bop
I throw a fit, I fuck it up
I back the truck up
Like ah ah ah ah
Then I cruise
The boat big, flow state
Cash Clay, float, fly, swoop
And the stinger it goes
Stupid on 'em too
They got a finger flipping up
To you know who
I give 'em two
Kill 'em with kindness
I'm so polite I know
All the right knives to use
Dressed in my finest
Title's not Highness but
I'm still the highest one
Here in the room
Not made for confinement
You like it because I designed it
You fight it because I divined it
I wrote all the space 'tween the lines
In my mind I see visions of unholy violence
You don't even gotta tell 'em
That the bitch came back
Bassline go smack they can feel it
Got the sentence like a felon
Whole notepad tracks
Notes app go slap
For no reason
So blah blah blah
Fuck trying to be understood
Did understated it did me no good
If you miss the meaning
Just know that I mean it
When I say I go undefeated
You'll see it, you'll see it
You'll see it, you'll
Game over!