I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever´s gonna catch you when the bitch gets back

Eat meat on Friday that´s alright
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do´s
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue

I´m a bitch, I´m a bitch
Oh the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
`Cause I´m better than you
It´s the way that I move
The things that I do

I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don´t like those, my God, what´s that
Oh it´s full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back