Roman's Revenge lyrics

[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 fuck, I look like gettin’ back to a has-been?

Yeah, I said it, has-been

Hang it up, flatscreen

(Ha ha) Plasma

Hey, Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma

I got the pumps, it ain’t got medicine

I got bars, sentencing

I’m a bad bitch, I’m a cunt

And I’ll kick that hoe, 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 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-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain

An eraser for a head, fuckin’ pencil for a frame

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, and wheel off

Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-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 blonde white broad

With fake tits and a bad dye job

Who just spit in my fuckin’ face and called me a fuckin’ 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, 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 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 must've bumped your wagon

You must've 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 bitches on?

Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?

Should've 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 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-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 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!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli

These bitches callin’ me (Manning, Eli)

[Eminem]

A-a-a-a-all you li’l 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 assdicks 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, 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…)