The b**** Is Back Lyrics

I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fevers gonna catch you when the b**** gets back
Eat meat on friday thats alright
Even like steak on a saturday night
I can b**** the best at your social dos
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
Im a b****, Im a b****
Oh the b**** is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can b****, I can b****
`cause Im better than you
Its the way that I move
The things that I do

I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I dont like those, my god, whats that
Oh its full of nasty habits when the b**** gets back