Is This The Thanks That I Get For Putting Lyrics


Is This The Thanks That I Get For Putting Lyrics By Nicki Minaj ft. Eminem & lyrics is written by Charlie Brown. Is this the thanks that I get for puttin’ you b^^ches on? Is it my fault that all of you b^^ches gone? Should’ve sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I’ma wrap your coffin with a bow.

Is This The Thanks That I Get For Putting Lyrics

I am not Jasmine, I am AladdinSo far ahead, these bums is laggin’See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin’I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, like a dungeon dragonI’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragonLook at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin’So f^^k I look like gettin’ back to a has-been?Yeah, I said it, has-beenHang it up, flatscreenPlasma“Hey Nicki, hey Nicki,” asthmaI got the pumps, it ain’t got medicineI got bars, sentencin’I’m a bad b^^ch, I’m a cuntAnd I’ll kick that ho, puntForced trauma, bluntYou play the back, b^^ch, I’m in the frontYou need a job, this ain’t cuttin’ itNicki Minaj is who you ain’t f^^kin’ withYou lil’ Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lockI am a movie, camera blockYou outta work, I know it’s toughBut enough is enough

Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

I ain’t into S&M, but my whip’s off the chainA little drop of candy paint drips off the frameTwisted-a^s mind, got a pretzel for a brainAn eraser for a head, f^^kin’ pencil for a frameYou don’t like it, then peel off, b^^chEvery last woman on Earth I’ll kill offAnd I still wouldn’t f^^k you, slutSo wipe the smile on your grill offI swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal offGet the wheels turning, spin, and wheel offSnap the axle in half, bust the tie-rodQuit hollering, “Why, God?”He ain’t got sh^t to do with itBygones’ll never be bygonesThe world ain’t finished swallowing my wadI ain’t finished blowing it, nice braHope it’ll fit a tough t^^ty, b^^ch, life’s hardI swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broadWith fake tits and a bad dye jobWho just spit in my f^^kin’ face and called me a f^^kin’ tightwadSo finally I broke down and bought her an iPodAnd caught her stealing my musicSo I tied her arms and legs to the bedSet up the camera and pissed twice on herLook, two pees and a tripodThe moral to the story is life’s treating you like dry sod?Kick it back in its face, my GodIt’s Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite oddBut don’t ask why, b^^ch, ask why not?The world-world is my punching bag andIf I’m garbage, you’re a bunch of maggotsMake that face, go on, scrunch it up at meShow me the target so I can lunge and attack itLike a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonYou fell off, off, they must’ve bumped your wagonYou must’ve went off the back, I’m ’bout to go off the deep endTold you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic

Is this the thanks that I get for puttin’ you b^^ches on?Is it my fault that all of you b^^ches gone?Should’ve sent a thank-you note, you little hoNow I’ma wrap your coffin with a bow“Nicki, she’s just mad ’cause you took the spot”Word, that b^^ch mad ’cause I took the spot?Well, b^^ch, if you ain’t sh^ttin’, then get off the potGot some n^^gas out in Brooklyn that’ll off your topI hear the mumblin’, I hear the cacklin’I got ’em scared, shook, panickin’Overseas, church, VaticanYou at a standstill, mannequinYou wanna sleep on me? Overnight?I’m the motherf^^kin’ boss, overwriteAnd when I pull up, vroom, motorbikeNow all my n^^gas gettin’ buck, overbiteI see them dusty-a^s Filas, LevisRaggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highsI call the play, now do you see why?These b^^ches callin’ me Manning, EliManning, Eli, these b^^ches callin’ me Manning, Eli

All you lil’ faggots can suck itNo homo, but I’ma stick it to ’em like refrigerator magnetsAnd I’m crooked enough to make straitjackets bendYeah, look who’s back again, b^^ch, keep acting as ifYou have the same passion I have, yeah, rightStill hungry, my a^s, you a^s-d^^ks had gastric bypassAin’t hot enough to set fire to dry grassAnd ’bout as violent as hair on eyelids, but eyelashGo take a flying leap of faith off a f^^kin’ balcony‘Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly a^sYou know what time it is, so why ask?When Shady and Nicki’s worlds clashIt’s high class meets white trash

Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonRah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

Roman, Roman, stop it, stop itYou’ve gone mad, mad, I tell you, madYou and this boy Slim ShadyWhat’s going on? They’ll lock you awayThey’ll put you in a jail cell, I promiseTake your mother’s warning, Roman, pleaseBack to bed, run along, let’s go, come onWash your mouth out with soap, boys

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