| Lyrics: | I was justified when I was five
Raisin' Cain
I spit in your eye
Times are
changin'
Now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you
When the bitch
gets back, oh, oh, oh
Eat meat on Friday
That's all right
Even like
steak
On a Saturday night
I can bitch the best
At your social do's
I get
high in the evening
Sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh,oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can
bitch
'Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul
By dropping names
I
don't like those!
My God, what's that!
Oh, it's full of nasty habits
When the
bitch gets back |
