T. Smith - Roman's Revenge 2.0 lyrics

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj, "Roman Zolanski"] I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is lagging See me in that new thing, bums is gagging I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So f** I look like getting back to a has-been Yeah, I said it, has-been, hang it up, flatscreen Plasma, hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencing I'm a bad b**h, I'm a c*nt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, b**h, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cutting it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't f**ing with You lil' Fraggle Rock, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough [Hook] Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I eat your face off You n***as sweet as pie like this is a bake-off I love Nicki's curves, swing at the baseball! (skrr!) I'll beat your brakes off Hi, I'm Tune, salt in the wound I'm up in this b**h - pardon the goons! Throw dirt on the floor get caught in the broom I like a big wet p**y with a fork and a spoon I got the money and the power, a woman in the shower And she don't want nothing but my Johnson - Howard Sour Dies in the Swisher Sweet - sweet and sour You're scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible Ah! I don't know what y'all on - please I go in like "goin" Drink in my hand with the world in the other The Uzi go "brrrr" - stutter Life is a puzzle - jigsaw All I do is win - my name should be "Victor" Haha! Old-a** rappers I'm still the sh**! Old-a** Pampers Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin I was just dumpin my ashes, I'mma puff it and pa** it I'm a f**in a**a**in, you should jump in the casket! [Hook] [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Is this the thanks that I get for putting you b**hes on? Is it my fault that all of you b**hes gone? Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I'mma wrap your coffin with a bow "Nicki, she's just mad cause you took the spot" Word, that b**h mad cause I took the spot? Well, b**h, if you ain't sh**ting, then get off the pot Got some n***as out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I hear them mumbling, I hear the cackling I got 'em scared, shook, panicking Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I'm the motherf**ing boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my n***as getting buck, overbite I see them dusty-a** Filas, Levi's Raggedy Ann, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These b**hes calling me Manning Eli Manning Eli, these b**hes calling me Manning Eli!!