Roman's Revenge Lyrics - Singles - So You Think You Can Dance

I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin 

So far ahead, these bums is laggin' 

See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin' 

I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon 

Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' 

So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been 

Yeah, I said it, has-been 

Hang it up, flat screen 

Plasma 

Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma 

I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine 

I got bars, sentencin' 

I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt 

And I'll kick that ho, punt 

Forced trauma, blunt 

You play the back bitch, I'm in the front 

You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it 

Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with 

You lil' brag-a-lot 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 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon 

I ain't into S&M but my whip's off the chain 

A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame 

Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain 

An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a friend 

You don't like it then peel off, bitch, every last woman on earth I'll kill off 

And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut, so wipe the smile on your grill off 

I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off 

Get the wheels turnin', spin a wheel off 

Snap the axle in half, bust the tire-rod 

Quit hollerin' "Why, God?" He ain't got shit to do with it 

Bygones'll never be bygones so won't be finished swallowin' my wad 

I ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra 

Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard, I swear to God 

Life is a dumb blond white broad 

With fake tits and a bad dye job 

Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad 

'Til finally I broke down and bought her an iPod 

And caught her stealin' my music so I tied her arms and legs to the bed 

Set up the camera and pissed twice on her 

Look, two pees and a tripod 

The moral to the story is, life's treatin' you like dry sod? 

Kick it back in its face, my God 

It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd 

But don't ask why, bitch, ask why not 

The world, world is my punchin' bag and 

If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots 

Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me 

Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it 

Like a, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon 

You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end 

Told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic 

Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? 

Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? 

Shoulda sent a thank you note, you little ho 

Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow 

Nicki, she just mad 'cause you took the spot 

Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot? 

Well bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot 

Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top 

I hear them mumblin', I hear the cacklin' 

I got 'em scared, shook, panickin' 

Overseas, church, Vatican 

You at a stand still, mannequin 

You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? 

I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite 

And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike 

Now all my niggas gettin' bucked, overbite 

I see them dusty ass Filas, Levi's 

Raggedy ass, holes in your knee-highs 

I call the play, now do you see why? 

These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli 

Manning, Eli 

These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli 

All you lil' faggots can suck it 

No homo, but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets 

And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend 

Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep actin' as if 

You have the same passion that I have 

Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass, you ass dicks had gastric bypass 

Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass 

And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids, eyelash 

Go take a flyin' leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony 

'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass 

You know what time it is, so why ask 

When Shady and Nicki's worlds class it's high class meets white trash 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon 

Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon 

Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it 

You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad 

You and this boy Slim Shady 

What's goin' on? 

They'll lock you away 

They'll put you in a jail cell 

I promise 

Take your mother's warnin', Roman please 

Back to bed, run along 

Let's go, come on 

Wash your mouth out with soap, boys