Die B**ches check it out b**ches

All you b**ch a** rappers

Need to get your clip pierced

Look at me hip I'm Britney Spears

Check it out look at the way I wear my mascara

How you doing

My name is Pristina Gaguilera

And I sing songs about a genie in a bottle

And I'm Britney Spears

I got big tits I'm a role model

To all little kids

But I got breast implants

That was the best way I knew to get my chest enhanced

And here I go with the lyrical

Miracle spiritual let it go everytime I'm incredible

With freestyles from the top that I drop

And my instinct

Is to kill N'Sync

And the Backstreet Boys

It really doesn't matter 'coz I got a scratchy voice

Yo check it out

But you ask me I ain't gonna be happy 'til I see

Every member of the Backstreet Boys

Getting their a** beat

In the back seat of a taxi

And dropped of on the real backstreet

And somebody black sees five little rich white boys

Looking like faggots

With the N painted on the back of their jackets

Ohhhhh

And god damn it

Can't stop there

What's up

It's over

And this just some Bacardi and Mountain Dew

So what the hell is tune we'll tune

Ten million