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 - oh-oh-oh.
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.