Die B**ches check it out b**ches
All you b**ch a** rappers
Need to get your clip pierced
Look at me hip I'm Britney Spears
Check it out look at the way I wear my mascara
How you doing
My name is Pristina Gaguilera
And I sing songs about a genie in a bottle
And I'm Britney Spears
I got big tits I'm a role model
To all little kids
But I got breast implants
That was the best way I knew to get my chest enhanced
And here I go with the lyrical
Miracle spiritual let it go everytime I'm incredible
With freestyles from the top that I drop
And my instinct
Is to kill N'Sync
And the Backstreet Boys
It really doesn't matter 'coz I got a scratchy voice
Yo check it out
But you ask me I ain't gonna be happy 'til I see
Every member of the Backstreet Boys
Getting their a** beat
In the back seat of a taxi
And dropped of on the real backstreet
And somebody black sees five little rich white boys
Looking like faggots
With the N painted on the back of their jackets
Ohhhhh
And god damn it
Can't stop there
What's up
It's over
And this just some Bacardi and Mountain Dew
So what the hell is tune we'll tune
Ten million