Chun-Li

Uh
Yeah (what?)

When you look at me, tell me, do you see a little girl?
The kinda little girl that hates the motherfuckin' world
The kinda little girl that wants to stand up and scream
All misogynistic men, just get down on your knees
'Cause it's a man's world
But I'm not playin' mum and daddy in my best suit
I'm out here graftin' for my future in my own lane
With my ladies on my arm
You're such a plain jane
Never make it if you don't try

And dress up, shake your booty
Move it to the music like the women they are playin' (aw, aw)
But you're never gonna walk it like they walk it
You better start sellin' your soul
The devil will decline 'cause your tits too small
So you're mad, but the man don't make money off that (ah, ah)
They'll only make it when we're cryin' at the diet pill ad
They only profit when you're dyin' and hatin' yourself
So come on, little lady, get back on the shelf

And when we're back on the shelf
We take a look at ourself
Say, "Fuck you" to the people that put us through hell
'Cause when you're goin' through hell, well, you gotta keep goin'
Little do they know, this bitch is still growin'
'Cause you motherfuckers don't know shit about it
You keep on sayin' that you do because you're wantin' credit
I'm just a little girl, tell me, what I know about it?
Except everything!

Blah, blah, blah, blah
I've got no lyrics, but I'm pretty and that sells, right?
So give me money, sign me up for the big time
Hey, mommy, I'm a star like at nighttime (whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)
Why, why, why, why? Why do you not like me? (Why?)
Double tap and like me
Tell me that I'm pretty (why?) Come on, validate me

Validate, masturbate, tell me that I'm really great
Tell me that I'm pretty enough to come first place (ugh)
I shoot to kill all the dicks in the high chairs
Suckin' on dummies while they're humpin' on their teddy bears
Feast your eyes on a bush, throw a fit
You saw a girl's pubes and it made you get sick
Little boy, sit down, you're workin' up an appetite
Now here's a book of things that you could cook your wife
I hate to say it, but it's truer than the sky is blue
You're just a little man with little pointy shoes

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Little man, pointy shoes
Little man, pointy shoes, fuck you

I'm gonna sting your little (dick) like a manta ray
Have you spittin' out (blood) when you think of me
I'm on the evil side, I must agree
Gonna make your girlfriend swap you for me

Swappin' you for me because I'm better, I'll treat her better
Love her better, hell, I'll even say it, I'll make her wetter
Make her moan, groan, make her feel grown
Make her feel strong, take her off the shelf
'Cause it's been too long!

Rhymes so slick, you really thought I'd grown a dick
Rhymes so slick, you caught flu and got sick
Rhymes so slick, you put your finger up your butthole
Sniff it real good, I drop the mic at the metronome, uh