Diagnosis

Diagnosis I got the shit on you
I got the dirt, we been knew
Diagnosis for your god damn nerves
Everybody knows now, everybody's heard

Diagnosis I got the shit on you
I got the dirt, we been knew
Diagnosis for your god damn nerves
Everybody knows now, everybody's heard

First shut your mouth cause I know who are
You think you're a star, you're more than you are
That's cute, cause I've seen all your scars
You're adequate at most, a piece of shit so far

Well that's not the only thing I heard
The girlies spilled the tea and that shit was so good
You're a joke, no one's laughing with you
We're all just waiting until you get a fucking clue

Get a fucking clue
Why won't you get a fucking clue
When are you gonna get a fucking clue
No one fucking likes you

I know you're mad at us
And we just paid you dust
I know you're mad at us
Exposing you baby is what we do best

Diagnosis I got the shit on you
I got the dirt, we been knew
Diagnosis for your god damn nerves
Everybody knows now, everybody's heard

Diagnosis I got the shit on you
I got the dirt, we been knew
Diagnosis for your god damn nerves
Everybody knows now, everybody's heard

Hey Babiboi, do you have any tea for me

These bitches make me sick
I got a diamond pendant just to match it with the wrist
I'm busy making hits, all these bitches are a miss
Time to give it up, it's the "jig is up"

I just need a man to eat me out and pay my bills
Hotter than a fever, give that motherfucker chills
He just swipe his visa then we ride up through the hills
Are we chilling in Ibiza, doing coke, and popping pills

Anyway, you bitches wanna ki, well baby here's the tea
I heard she sucking dick but she doing it for free
She said she making moves but she lying through her teeth
So I hope you die slow cause jealousy's a disease, bitch

I know you're mad at us
And we just paid you dust
I know you're mad at us
Exposing you baby is what we do best

Street Queer
David Munster
Ooh that's hot