Can't f*ck a bitch
That's in a clique
Not sorry ho
That's high school shit
Shots fired
No witnesses
Not envious
I'm venomous
I'm Vanna Vee
You count to three
And say my name
It's first degree
Like Tuskegee
You caught that shit?
(Pause)
I'm off that shit
(Pause)
Don't get me lit
(Pause)
Might off that bitch
Death to every rapist pig
You know exactly what you did
You hate the swine
But moving foul?
You chickenheads gone have to bow
Cause it's my time to vindicate
Keep it 100 syndicate
I'll indicate and implicate
Won't mitigate
Just detonate
I'm feeling great
You feeling fine?
Dressed to the nines
You not divine
Forced your sister to resign
How do you move
Without no spine?
V is for Vendetta
Wear it like a scarlet letter
While the blood of Satan runneth
Down my throat I'm feeling better
Pretty little Mama
But she hit you with the choppa
If you don't come to her proper
And please tell me who gon stop her?
I'll punch a bitch just to release
No closure but I'll get my peace
Through hairbrained schemes
And violent raps
You hoes linked up and then I snapped
No EBT - just TNT
Cause how could you do this to me?
My Day ones calling me a hoe?
My sorors kicked me at my low?
The shit y'all did was f*cking gross
No sisterhood just vibes at most
Now I spray this magazine
Call this shit No Vaseline
I doused this song in gasoline
Then lit it up like Halloween
This is now a crime scene
But I'm not Mary Magdalene
A perfect victim don't exist
I guess if I had slit my wrists
Then that would make me justified
By this rule we must abide
Just to get our stories told
Archaic minds can be so bold
The patriachs that you uphold
They would see that you were sold
They disappoint sooner than late
That's why I must incinerate
The chauvinists Yes every one
An arsonist that's on the run
Get used to this your future's bleak
I hope that you can take the heat
Where you will go it's not so sweet
Heh -
Mars Bars
On the beat
V is for Vendetta
Wear it like a scarlet letter
While the blood of Satan runneth
Down my throat I'm feeling better
Pretty little Mama
But she hit you with the choppa
If you don't come to her proper
And please tell me who gon stop her?
I carry all this
Ill will
To cope with things
I still feel
I don't possess the heal skills
Just murder plots like Kill BIll
No Bride to be
No privacy
Stand ten toes in this rivalry
Your tower might be ivory
But burn book is my diary
You fugly sluts can die quick
By beating bullet by brick
No tact because I'm too ticked
To act like y'all ain't do shit
To deserve this ill fate
No love no more it's all hate
Kenny vibes and you're Drake
You all should die that's my take
Vanna Tha Martian - Vendetta Lyrics
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English
Can't f*ck a bitch
That's in a clique
Not sorry ho
That's high school shit
Shots fired
No witnesses
Not envious
I'm venomous
I'm Vanna Vee
You count to three
And say my name
It's first degree
Like Tuskegee
You caught that shit?
(Pause)
I'm off that shit
(Pause)
Don't get me lit
(Pause)
Might off that bitch
Death to every rapist pig
You know exactly what you did
You hate the swine
But moving foul?
You chickenheads gone have to bow
Cause it's my time to vindicate
Keep it 100 syndicate
I'll indicate and implicate
Won't mitigate
Just detonate
I'm feeling great
You feeling fine?
Dressed to the nines
You not divine
Forced your sister to resign
How do you move
Without no spine?
V is for Vendetta
Wear it like a scarlet letter
While the blood of Satan runneth
Down my throat I'm feeling better
Pretty little Mama
But she hit you with the choppa
If you don't come to her proper
And please tell me who gon stop her?
I'll punch a bitch just to release
No closure but I'll get my peace
Through hairbrained schemes
And violent raps
You hoes linked up and then I snapped
No EBT - just TNT
Cause how could you do this to me?
My Day ones calling me a hoe?
My sorors kicked me at my low?
The shit y'all did was f*cking gross
No sisterhood just vibes at most
Now I spray this magazine
Call this shit No Vaseline
I doused this song in gasoline
Then lit it up like Halloween
This is now a crime scene
But I'm not Mary Magdalene
A perfect victim don't exist
I guess if I had slit my wrists
Then that would make me justified
By this rule we must abide
Just to get our stories told
Archaic minds can be so bold
The patriachs that you uphold
They would see that you were sold
They disappoint sooner than late
That's why I must incinerate
The chauvinists Yes every one
An arsonist that's on the run
Get used to this your future's bleak
I hope that you can take the heat
Where you will go it's not so sweet
Heh -
Mars Bars
On the beat
V is for Vendetta
Wear it like a scarlet letter
While the blood of Satan runneth
Down my throat I'm feeling better
Pretty little Mama
But she hit you with the choppa
If you don't come to her proper
And please tell me who gon stop her?
I carry all this
Ill will
To cope with things
I still feel
I don't possess the heal skills
Just murder plots like Kill BIll
No Bride to be
No privacy
Stand ten toes in this rivalry
Your tower might be ivory
But burn book is my diary
You fugly sluts can die quick
By beating bullet by brick
No tact because I'm too ticked
To act like y'all ain't do shit
To deserve this ill fate
No love no more it's all hate
Kenny vibes and you're Drake
You all should die that's my take
That's in a clique
Not sorry ho
That's high school shit
Shots fired
No witnesses
Not envious
I'm venomous
I'm Vanna Vee
You count to three
And say my name
It's first degree
Like Tuskegee
You caught that shit?
(Pause)
I'm off that shit
(Pause)
Don't get me lit
(Pause)
Might off that bitch
Death to every rapist pig
You know exactly what you did
You hate the swine
But moving foul?
You chickenheads gone have to bow
Cause it's my time to vindicate
Keep it 100 syndicate
I'll indicate and implicate
Won't mitigate
Just detonate
I'm feeling great
You feeling fine?
Dressed to the nines
You not divine
Forced your sister to resign
How do you move
Without no spine?
V is for Vendetta
Wear it like a scarlet letter
While the blood of Satan runneth
Down my throat I'm feeling better
Pretty little Mama
But she hit you with the choppa
If you don't come to her proper
And please tell me who gon stop her?
I'll punch a bitch just to release
No closure but I'll get my peace
Through hairbrained schemes
And violent raps
You hoes linked up and then I snapped
No EBT - just TNT
Cause how could you do this to me?
My Day ones calling me a hoe?
My sorors kicked me at my low?
The shit y'all did was f*cking gross
No sisterhood just vibes at most
Now I spray this magazine
Call this shit No Vaseline
I doused this song in gasoline
Then lit it up like Halloween
This is now a crime scene
But I'm not Mary Magdalene
A perfect victim don't exist
I guess if I had slit my wrists
Then that would make me justified
By this rule we must abide
Just to get our stories told
Archaic minds can be so bold
The patriachs that you uphold
They would see that you were sold
They disappoint sooner than late
That's why I must incinerate
The chauvinists Yes every one
An arsonist that's on the run
Get used to this your future's bleak
I hope that you can take the heat
Where you will go it's not so sweet
Heh -
Mars Bars
On the beat
V is for Vendetta
Wear it like a scarlet letter
While the blood of Satan runneth
Down my throat I'm feeling better
Pretty little Mama
But she hit you with the choppa
If you don't come to her proper
And please tell me who gon stop her?
I carry all this
Ill will
To cope with things
I still feel
I don't possess the heal skills
Just murder plots like Kill BIll
No Bride to be
No privacy
Stand ten toes in this rivalry
Your tower might be ivory
But burn book is my diary
You fugly sluts can die quick
By beating bullet by brick
No tact because I'm too ticked
To act like y'all ain't do shit
To deserve this ill fate
No love no more it's all hate
Kenny vibes and you're Drake
You all should die that's my take
Writer: Vanna Whitney
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