Lyrics: That ass look like play-doh, but I aint here to play hoe
I'm here to let you know, I'll make this mutha fucka lay low

I'll whip that head back and forth like Willow
Yo ass lookin' like a cheap lumpy ass pillow

She be lyin' cuz her nose startin' to grow
And she be cryin' cuz she don't want you to know

That she's really Icky Garbage with her Stink Friday
And she'll do a minaj for a low pay

Wit her retarded lookin' brother, silly lookin' mother
Her family look like they be fuckin' each other

You ain't a queen, you's an overrated prescription fiend
On the streets, you's the one that's a has-bean

And if it wasn't for the B, there would'nt be no you
And if it wasn't for the Q, you would'nt have no clue

Swagger jackin' from the Big Mama
And Lady Ga-Ga, Mutha fucka

Time to shut this bitch the fuck up
I'll put my titty in her mouth, and make the slut suck

Ok, that's enough, I'm bout to eat this barbie up
And I ain't talkin' pussy, Big Bitch, so don't push me

I'll admit yo first weeks sales was legit
But 90% wanna return that shit

You aint hip hop, change yo genre to pop
You need to stop, album like sandals, flip flop

How much you pay Rollin Stones to say you was the Queen
Payola smoke screens, misleading the teens

Holla at me when you get 5 mics
Holla at me when you trained by the late Frank White

Holla at me when you get real far
Holla, Bionic booty on dancin' with the stars

Holla at me when your mentor dies
Holla at me when you still rise and still stay fly

Holla at me when you do a year and a day
For no snitchin' ya chicken yo whole crew would be mentioned

Selfish ass, I thought yo money was long
What you doin' buying yo momma a foreclosed home

Took yo family on that cheap mall shoppin' spree
If it was me, we'd be coppin' at Gucci and Lui,

Mansions in the Hamptons, benzes, businesses
I'd make it happen, every day a Christmas list

On MTV like OMG
Lookin' like Willie Wonka's Chocolate factory

Umpha lumpha Stupid pink hair-do
If you's an Icky garbage fan then fuck you too

PoundTeamKimmy Bitch, try to get wit me bitch
Black Friday, shot you like Remy bitch

Yo pussy too loose, that's why they gave you pickle juice
What happens to yo caboose when yo careers reduced?

Cause Eve murdered that bad chick remix
While you standin' there looking like a lost stupid bitch

She spit better than you, look better than you
I thought Trina was the baddest, but you borrowed that too

Since when bittin been acceptable, yall get some testicles
Cut you from my Bath video, silly hoe

You owe Lil Kim, A swagger jackin' fee
And Lil Wayne, you owe T-Pain and 50

Fuck Kanye, he always saying dense shit
She aint the best rapper, nigga suck my clit

Angie Martinez sittin there laughin at her jokes
Kim put you on Ladies nights, I thought yall was folks

Everybody ridin' the wave, Keshia Cole too
It would've been better to have Amina next to you

Yall look like some Lil Kim and Mary J. Knock-offs
They should do some new shit and knock ya fuckin' blocks off

Keys started some problems, you too scary to solve'em
Foxy I'm shocked, you sound like Kim in 'Hot Spot'

Rhiana, Katy, Kesha crackin jokes in yo face
Laughin' at yo ass, touchin' it sayin' it look fake

It's Ms. Kris revenge, don't need Eminem
But I agree with Khia, I'd ride Em till im tired

U ain't fuckin' with the Queen Bee (bzzzzzz)
A-Matter fact, you aint fuckin' with me, it's Ms. Kris