Artist: Nicki Minaj f/ Eminem Album: Pink Friday Song: Roman's Revenge Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Nicki Minaj] I am not Jasmine, I am 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 RAHHH RAHHH, 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, flat screen Ha ha... plasma "Hey Nicki, hey Nicki!" Asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars.. sentencin 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 lil' braggart I'll beat you with a padded lock I am a movie, camera block You out of work, I know it's tough ... But enough is enough [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Rahhh rahhh, like a dungeon dragon Ra-rahhh rahhh, like a dungeon dragon Ra-rahhh rahhh, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Ra-rahhh rahhh, like a dungeon dragon Ra-rahhh rahhh, like a dungeon dragon Ra-rahhh rahhh, 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 the wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tie rod Quit hollerin "Why God?" He ain't got shit to do with it, bygones will 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 blond 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 world, 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 {rahh, rahh} 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 Told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic [Nicki Minaj] I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-is this the thanks that I get for puttin you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Should've sent a Thank You note, you little hoe Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow "N-N-Nicki, she just mad cause you took the spot" W-w-word? That bitch mad cause I took the spot? Well bitch, if you ain't shittin then get off the pot Got some niggaz out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I-I-I-I hear the 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 niggaz get buck, overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi's Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin me MANNING, Eli (Manninnnnng!) Ma Ma Ma-Ma-Ma MANNING, Eli (Eliiiiiiiiiiii!) These bitches callin me MANNING, ELI! [Eminem] Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa-wa-wa-wa-wa All you lil' faggots can suck it No homo but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets And I'm crooked enough to make strait-jackets BEND Yeah, look who's back again bitch, keep actin as if you have the same passion I have Yeah right, still hungry my ass, you ass-dicks 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 flying 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 world's clash when {high class} meets {white trash} [Chorus] [Outro: Nicki] Roman, Roman! Stop it, stop it! You've gone mad, mad I tell you, mad! You and this boy Slim Shady, what's going on? They'll lock you away, they'll put you in a jail cell I promise, take your mother's warning Roman pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Back to bed, run along Let's go, come on Wash your mouth out with soap boys {*echoes*}