Be My Bitch
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
I'm your queen high mistress
Doing business granting wishes
Soaking you in piss
While you do my dishes
How delicious does servitude taste
To human waste
Know your place
Worship my divine fuckin grace
While I'm sitting on your face
Don't let a drop go to waste
Just embrace your own disgrace
Get to work bitch
And if you're good I'll let you jerk it
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
All good slaves behave
And obey every word I say
Be my human ash tray
While you pay for my service
Even tho you're worthless
I'll let you purchase
Couture shoes and purses
Cos I'm the queen of your universes
Casting spells and curses
And the worst is yet to come
Like a permanent vacation
Incurable emasculation
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
Bitch please
Get on your fuckin knees
You live to please
Ice you out til you freeze
Make you beg to give you these
Balls on your face like a tease
Deny you what you need
Down your throat
While I provoke you to choke
Invoke the demon
Leave you screamin' for seamen
From the goddess
Like a Botticelli
Fill up your belly
Like jelly on toast
Eat you like a host
With the Holy Ghost
Chop your dick off
Make you post-op
And I won't stop
Til you call your mom and pops
To come over and watch me
Botch your crotch and fuck you up
You're a lost pup
In a lion's den
I eat men for breakfast
Like a tempest storm
You get scorned
By the wrath of the last unicorn
And you're not gonna mourn
When I flush your manhood
Like a stillborn
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
I'm your queen high mistress
Doing business granting wishes
Soaking you in piss
While you do my dishes
How delicious does servitude taste
To human waste
Know your place
Worship my divine fuckin grace
While I'm sitting on your face
Don't let a drop go to waste
Just embrace your own disgrace
Get to work bitch
And if you're good I'll let you jerk it
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
Bitch please
Get down on your fuckin knees
All good slaves behave
And obey every word I say
Be my human ash tray
While you pay for my service
Even tho you're worthless
I'll let you purchase
Couture shoes and purses
Cos I'm the queen of your universes
Casting spells and curses
And the worst is yet to come
Like a permanent vacation
Incurable emasculation
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
Bitch please
Get on your fuckin knees
You live to please
Ice you out til you freeze
Make you beg to give you these
Balls on your face like a tease
Deny you what you need
Down your throat
While I provoke you to choke
Invoke the demon
Leave you screamin' for seamen
From the goddess
Like a Botticelli
Fill up your belly
Like jelly on toast
Eat you like a host
With the Holy Ghost
Chop your dick off
Make you post-op
And I won't stop
Til you call your mom and pops
To come over and watch me
Botch your crotch and fuck you up
You're a lost pup
In a lion's den
I eat men for breakfast
Like a tempest storm
You get scorned
By the wrath of the last unicorn
And you're not gonna mourn
When I flush your manhood
Like a stillborn
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
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Writer(s): M Robinson
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