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