Is it the metal in my face Is it the ring in my tit My girlie's name delicately traced In permanent ink on my arm that's it
People hate me I make a lotta noise They're kind scared cuz I don't need boyz Whisker biscuit's what I likes to lick I ain't the kinda chick where they can stick their prick
People hate me For the color of my skin and the shape of my eyes Cuz I might take revenge for the lies their daddies Told my kin I might take their life cuz they raped my mom I might have a knife or a gun or a bomb Or a machete
People hate me Cuz I'm not like them I don't give a shit where I spit my phlegm Castrating bitch Show my tits Don't shave my legs or my armpits
People hate us We start trouble Fuck shit up burst their bubble We like chainsaws and fake blood From Bloomington to Boston Our name's mud
People hate me Cuz I'm not gonna die They'd like me lot if I commited suicide They'd think I was great if I would just go away But i'm not cuz i got A lotta of shit to say