Black Friday

Lyrics

[Intro: Angie Martinez, Nicki Minaj, and Lil' Kim] It's funny, 'cause, you know... we've been asking people what they wanted to know I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with Kim And I don't know. Just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper And I'm thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming Even though you say it's not specifically about her, that "Roman's Revenge" ("Roman's Revenge"?) is for Kim Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know— Shut the fuck up! [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] Who the fuck want war? FedEx beef straight to your front door It'll be a murder scene I'm turnin' Pink Friday to Friday the 13th A'ight, you Lil' Kim clone clown All this buffoonery, the shit stops now Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage We all know your last name's what got you your job You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage Since you puttin' on a show, you gon' get the applause Clap, clap, lift your frame like a fucking garage, yeah This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for I'm still countin' what Hardcore generated Bet my shit keep spinnin' like it's syndicated Corny broad, I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated You hot air-ass bitch, should have been deflated This ain't a championship fight, I've been the greatest See, the fact is, what you doing, I did it Lames tryna clone my style and run with it That's cool, I was the first one with it You's a Lil' Kim wanna be, you just hate to admit it I'm the blueprint, you ain't nothin' brand new Check your posters and videos, you'll always be number two I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still, I remain Sweetie, you goin' on your fourteenth minute of fame I'm over ten years strong still running the game Cut the comparisons, I'm in the legendary lane Fighting for a spot, child, please, I'm solidified With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried Either you're high or sippin' that shit Wayne on I get top dollar for whatever my name on Go stick your head in a tornado; brainstorm I drop bombs, Flex, napalms Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto Giuseppe's when I step out, posted up in stilettos Pussy so pink, like my kitty sayin', "Hello" If I whistle, they'll pistol whip you in all five boroughs I'm from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably Now, who pumped you and told you to come romp with me? You're the type to run your mouth and then run from me I'm poppin' off in your hood with no company Come on, Queens ain't showin' you no love I was there the other night, poppin' bottles with the thugs You're like Washington, heffer, I'm Benji You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy Oh, yeah, welcome to the fam, Fendi You need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burnin' match That means the end is near soon, copy that? Oh, I see, they really got you gassed Like I'm a thing of the past, better slow down Dummy, you 'bout to crash, stank pussy ho I'm givin' you a bath, thermometer in hand And I'm comin' for your ass, ha Who you think you gettin' past? I see right through you Your whole shit is made of glass [Interlude: Nicki Minaj, Lil' Kim, and unidentified woman] Ah, suicide music (You see right through me) Yawn My God It's boring (How do you do that-) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn thorough bitch, rep for my borough, bitch Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit I ride out 'til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze 'til the last shell go off Fuck your whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos You's an airhead bitch, scarecrow Ha, ain't nothin old but my money, bitch Ha, this is grown liquid assets Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money bastards You and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income taxes Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great So on my next move, I'm yellin', "Checkmate" I smell a massacre Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin' like lunch to me 'Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy You're hilarious, thanks for all the laughs You're garbage, so I'm takin' out the trash You, shit on me? Come on, baby girl Ain't enough ass-shots in the world You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit But you could never fuck with me, so chuck it up, deuces All around the world, I ball like a ball team I stack chips, call me Mrs. Rothstein Tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, you're my offspring Kim more anticipated than a LeBron ring [Outro: Lil Kim mocking Nicki Minaj] I mean, I know, I know you guys asked me if "Roman's Revenge" was about Kim And no, I, it's not about Kim Actually, if Kim thought it was about her, I'm so sorry I'm so sorry, I apologize, Kim I, I don't know, I just had temporary insanity I lost my teeth and my mind Oh, thank you, [?]