Cowardly bitches is
In love with fictitiousness.
Creepily crawlin like roaches to dinner, this
Shit is their dope,
They use it to cope,
While a stinky nigger's chokin them with a rope.

Eyes rollin back,
Airway attack,
Suffocatin to death from the ultimate lack
Of not only oxygen
But confidence
And common sense.
In love with the greenback, the almighty doller,
Bitch have to backtrack,
Back crack,
She holler.

This the fate of a bitch who love green more than love.
The fate of a bitch who slaughtered her dove.
Gave up her spirit in exchange for money,
Shit ain't funny.
But god damn I'll still jack my dick to that cunny.