Romans Revenge Lyric by Nicki Minaj

Romans Revenge Lyric

by Nicki Minaj

Lyric:



(nicki Minaj)

I Am Not Jasmine, I’m 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 F-ck I Look Like Gettin’ Back To A Has-been?

Yeah, I Said It, Has-been

Hang It Up, Flatscreen

(haha) Plasma

Hey Nicki, Hey Nicki, Asthma

I Got The Pumps, It Ain’t Got Medicine

I Got Bars, Xenocin

I’m A Bad B-tch, I’m A Cunt

And I’ll Kick That Hoe, Punt

Forced Trauma, Blunt

You Play The Back, B-tch, I’m In The Front

You Need A Job, This Ain’t Cuttin’ It

Nicki Minaj Is Who You Ain’t F-ckin’ With

You Li’l Brag A Lot, 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



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



Raah, 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



(eminem)

I Ain’t Into S&m, But My Whip’s Off The Chain

A Little Drop Of Candy Paint Drips Off The Frame

Twisted-a-s Mind, Got A Pretzel For A Brain

An Eraser For A Head, F-ckin’ Pencil For A Frame

You Don’t Like It Then Peel Off, B-tch

Every Last Woman On Earth I’ll Kill Off, And I Still Wouldn’t F-ck 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, And Wheel Off

Snap The Axel In Half, Bust The Tie-rod

Quit Hollerin’ “why, God?” He Ain’t Got S-it 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, B-tch

Life’s Hard, I Swear To God, Life Is A Dumb Blonde White Broad

With Fake Tits And A Bad Dye Job

Who Just Spit In My F-ckin’ Face And Called Me A F-ckin’ Tightwad

So 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, B-tch (ask Why Not)

The Wo-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, Raah, Like A Dungeon Dragon

You Fell Off, Off, They Musta Bumped Your Wagon

You Musta Went Off The Back, I’m ’bout To Go Off The Deep End

I Told You To Stay In Your Lane, You Just Choked In Traffic



(nicki Minaj)

(i-i-i-i-is) Is This The Thanks That I Get For Puttin’ You B-tches On?

Is It My Fault That All Of You B-tches Gone?

Shoulda Sent A Thank-you Note, You Little Ho

Now I’ma Wrap Your Coffin With A Bow

(ni-ni-ni) “nicki, She’s Just Mad ’cause You Took The Spot”

Word, That B-tch Mad ’cause I Took The Spot?

Well, B-tch, If You Ain’t S-ittin’, Then Get Off The Pot

Got Some ***** Out In Brooklyn That’ll Off Your Top

I-i-i-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 Motherf-ckin’ Boss, Overwrite

And When I Pull Up, Vroom, Motorbike

Now All My ***** Gettin’ Bucked, Overbite

I See Them Dusty-a-s Filas, Levi’s

Raggedy-a-s, Holes In Your Knee-highs

I Call The Play, Now Do You See Why?

These B-tches Callin’ Me Manning, Eli

(manning, Eli!) Ma, Ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli

These B-tches Callin’ Me (manning, Eli)



(eminem)

A-a-a-a-all You Li’l Faggots Can Suck It

No Home, 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, B-tch, Keep Actin’ As If

You Have The Same Pa-sion That I Have

Yeah, Right, Still Hungry, My A-s

You A-sdicks Had Gastric Bypa-s

Ain’t Hot Enough To Set Fire To Dry Gra-s

And ’bout As Violent As Hair On Eyelids (eyelash!)

Go Take A Flyin’ Leap Of Faith Off A F-ckin’ Balcony

‘fore I Shove A Falcon Wing Up Your Fly A-s

You Know What Time It Is, So Why Ask?

When Shady And Nicki’s Worlds Cla-s

It’s (high Cla-s) Meets (white Trash)



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



Raah, 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



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 Warning, Roman

Please

Back To Bed! Run Along!

Let’s Go! Come On!

Wash Your Mouth Out With Soap, Boys

(boys, Boys, Boys, Boys, Boys, Boys…)