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Letra 'Roman's Revenge (ft. Nicki Minaj)'

(Nicki Minaj)

I am not Jasmine, I m Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin
I m startin to feel like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
I m startin to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin
So fuck I look like gettin back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
(Haha) Plasma
Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
I got the pumps, it ain t got medicine
I got bars, Xenocin
I m a bad bitch, I m a cunt
And I ll kick that hoe, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I m in the front
You need a job, this ain t cuttin it
Nicki Minaj is who you ain t fuckin with
You li l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know it s tough
But enough is enough

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

(Eminem)

I ain t into S&M, but my whip s off the chain
A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
An eraser for a head, fuckin pencil for a frame
You don t like it then peel off, bitch
Every last woman on Earth I ll kill off, and I still wouldn t fuck you, slut
So wipe the smile on your grill off, I swear to God I ll piss a Happy Meal off
Get the wheels turnin , spin, and wheel off
Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod
Quit hollerin "Why, God?" He ain t got shit to do with it
Bygones ll never be bygones, so won t be finished swallowin my wad
I ain t finished blowin it, nice bra
Hope it ll fit a tough titty, bitch
Life s hard, I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad
With fake tits and a bad dye job
Who just spit in my fuckin face and called me a fuckin tightwad
So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
And caught her stealin my music, so I tied her arms and legs to the bed
Set up the camera and pissed twice on her
Look, two pees and a tripod!
The moral to the story is, life s treatin you like dry sod?
Kick it back in its face, my God
It s Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd
But don t ask why, bitch (Ask why not)

The wo-world is my punchin bag and
If I m garbage, you re a bunch of maggots
Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it

Like a, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
You fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagon
You musta went off the back, I m bout to go off the deep end
I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic

(Nicki Minaj)

(I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho
Now I ma wrap your coffin with a bow
(Ni-ni-ni) "Nicki, she s just mad cause you took the spot"
Word, that bitch mad cause I took the spot?
Well, bitch, if you ain t shittin , then get off the pot
Got some ***** out in Brooklyn that ll off your top
I-I-I-I hear them mumblin , I hear the cacklin
I got em scared, shook, panickin
Overseas, church, Vatican
You at a stand, still, mannequin
You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
I m the motherfuckin boss, overwrite
And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
Now all my ***** gettin bucked, overbite
I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi s
Raggedy-ass, holes in your knee-highs
I call the play, now do you see why?
These bitches callin me Manning, Eli
(Manning, Eli!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli
These bitches callin me (Manning, Eli)

(Eminem)

A-a-a-a-all you li l faggots can suck it
No home, but I ma stick it to em like refrigerator magnets
And I m crooked enough to make straitjackets bend
Yeah, look who s back again, bitch, keep actin as if
You have the same passion that I have
Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass
You assdicks had gastric bypass
Ain t hot enough to set fire to dry grass
And bout as violent as hair on eyelids (Eyelash!)
Go take a flyin leap of faith off a fuckin balcony
Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass
You know what time it is, so why ask?
When Shady and Nicki s worlds class
It s (high class) meets (white trash)
Grown men! Grown men!
Stop it, stop it!
You ve gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad!
You and this boy Slim Shady!
What s goin on?
They ll lock you away!
They ll put you in a jail cell!
I promise!
Take your mother s warning, Roman
Pleaaaaaaase
Back to bed! Run along!
Let s go! Come on!
Wash your mouth out with soap, boys