I was just a five when I was five
Raising Cain, now spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna get you when the bitch gets back, oh
Eat meat on a Friday, that's alright
I even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social blues
I get high in the evening sipping pots of booze
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
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my God, what's that?
Always full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back, oh
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
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, woo
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
Hey, hey, hey, hey, woo
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Hey, bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Oh, bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
The bitch is, the bitch is back
Bitch is back, woo
Say hello to the bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitchy
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy