bratty
OMFG, guys, I think I just ran over somebody's grandma
That's definitely Barbie
The bratz killed Barbie!
We gotta hide the body, you guys
Welcome to your new dream house!
Rest in peace, Bitch!
See ya!
It's riley
I could name some bitches
Yeah, I know Barbie
I went to her party
And I stole her pink jeep
She had a lot of nerve
Tryna sneak diss on me
She needs a fucking mirror
She'll see she's just ugly
If I see that bitch I'll rip her tacky blue jeans
And I'll punch her in the face
I hardly doubt that she means
Any business
Any trouble
She'll just sit there and scream
If I get the chance that bitch is so dead to me
Barbie literally has so much nerve to talk about how I'm a brat
Okay, I can be picky, whatever, I'll admit that
But at least I know what I want
Unlike her, switching from job to job every fucking month
What a fucking bitch
I've got a purple body, pink face
Get the fuck out my space
Grab the jeep and roll with it
Sees the cops
I'm being chased
They can't handle my pace
I treat this like a damn race
Laughing in the front seat
While Barbie's tied up in a sheet
Driving off a cliff
I guess it's a murder suicide
Say goodbye, Barbie, to you dream house
This is homicide
This is homicide
This is homicide
This is homicide
This is homicide
Get what I want
Yeah, I get what I want
Get what I want
I always get what I want
Get what I want
Yeah, I get what I want
Get what I want
I always
I don't know why you would hate me
I don't even consider you an enemy
I heard that you were talking shit about me
And that you told your bitchy friends you thought that I was bratty
Go ahead, tell 'em that, I don't really care
Cause I'm gonna win this fight
Fair and fucking square
You're leaving scars on my heart whenever we're apart
Guess it shows you were fake from the very start
If you never fucking liked me
Why the hell did you pretend?
'Cause look where all that got you
I got mad and now you're dead
I put a lot into our friendship
But you always brushed it off
I hate your face
I hate your traits
I wish you would've just fucked off
If I never fucking met you I'm sure I'd be better off
But you had to fuck it up and be a shit dick, jack-off
I hate TERFS
I hate fads
"Cancel culture" isn't real
Just don't be a shitty person
Then you'll see how it feels
To be, like, a good fucking person
FUCK
That's definitely Barbie
The bratz killed Barbie!
We gotta hide the body, you guys
Welcome to your new dream house!
Rest in peace, Bitch!
See ya!
It's riley
I could name some bitches
Yeah, I know Barbie
I went to her party
And I stole her pink jeep
She had a lot of nerve
Tryna sneak diss on me
She needs a fucking mirror
She'll see she's just ugly
If I see that bitch I'll rip her tacky blue jeans
And I'll punch her in the face
I hardly doubt that she means
Any business
Any trouble
She'll just sit there and scream
If I get the chance that bitch is so dead to me
Barbie literally has so much nerve to talk about how I'm a brat
Okay, I can be picky, whatever, I'll admit that
But at least I know what I want
Unlike her, switching from job to job every fucking month
What a fucking bitch
I've got a purple body, pink face
Get the fuck out my space
Grab the jeep and roll with it
Sees the cops
I'm being chased
They can't handle my pace
I treat this like a damn race
Laughing in the front seat
While Barbie's tied up in a sheet
Driving off a cliff
I guess it's a murder suicide
Say goodbye, Barbie, to you dream house
This is homicide
This is homicide
This is homicide
This is homicide
This is homicide
Get what I want
Yeah, I get what I want
Get what I want
I always get what I want
Get what I want
Yeah, I get what I want
Get what I want
I always
I don't know why you would hate me
I don't even consider you an enemy
I heard that you were talking shit about me
And that you told your bitchy friends you thought that I was bratty
Go ahead, tell 'em that, I don't really care
Cause I'm gonna win this fight
Fair and fucking square
You're leaving scars on my heart whenever we're apart
Guess it shows you were fake from the very start
If you never fucking liked me
Why the hell did you pretend?
'Cause look where all that got you
I got mad and now you're dead
I put a lot into our friendship
But you always brushed it off
I hate your face
I hate your traits
I wish you would've just fucked off
If I never fucking met you I'm sure I'd be better off
But you had to fuck it up and be a shit dick, jack-off
I hate TERFS
I hate fads
"Cancel culture" isn't real
Just don't be a shitty person
Then you'll see how it feels
To be, like, a good fucking person
FUCK
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