Nicki Minaj - Roman's Revenge Lyrics (2024)

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I am not Jasmine, I'm AladdinSo far ahead, these bums is laggin'See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin'I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonI'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragonLook at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin'So f*ck I look like gettin' back to a has-been?Yeah, I said it, has-beenHang it up, flat screen(Haha) PlasmaHey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthmaI got the pumps, it ain't got medicineI got bars, sentencin'I'm a bad bitch, I'm a c*ntAnd I'll kick that hoe, puntForced trauma, bluntYou play the back, bitch, I'm in the frontYou need a job, this ain't cuttin' itNicki Minaj is who you ain't f*ckin' withYou lil' brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lockI am a movie, camera blockYou outta work, I know it's toughBut enough is enoughRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonI ain't into S and M, but my whip's off the chainA little drop of candy paint drips off the frameTwisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brainAn eraser for a head, f*ckin' pencil for a frameYou don't like it then peel off, bitchEvery last woman on Earth I'll kill off,and I still wouldn't f*ck you, slu*tSo wipe the smile on your grill off,I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal offGet the wheels turnin', spin, and wheel offSnap the axel in half, bust the tie-rodQuit hollerin' 'Why, God?'He ain't got sh*t to do with itBygones'll never be bygones,so won't be finished swallowin' my wadI ain't finished blowin' it, nice braHope it'll fit a tough titty, bitchLife's hard, I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broadWith fake tit* and a bad dye jobWho just spit in my f*ckin' face and called me a f*ckin' tightwadSo finally I broke down and bought her an iPodAnd caught her stealin' my music,so I tied her arms and legs to the bedSet up the camera and pissed twice on herLook, two pees and a tripod!The moral to the story is, life's treatin' you like dry sod?Kick it back in its face, my GodIt's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite oddBut don't ask why, bitch (Ask why not)The wo-world is my punchin' bag andIf I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggotsMake that face, go on, scrunch it up at meShow me the target so I can lunge and attack itLike a, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonYou fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagonYou musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep endI told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic(I-I-I-I-Is)Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little hoNow I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow(Ni-ni-ni) "Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot"Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot?Well, bitch, if you ain't sh*ttin', then get off the potGot some nigg*s out in Brooklyn that'll off your topI-I-I-I hear them mumblin', I hear the cacklin'I got 'em scared, shook, panickin'Overseas, church, VaticanYou at a stand, still, mannequinYou wanna sleep on me? Overnight?I'm the motherf*ckin' boss, overwriteAnd when I pull up, vroom, motorbikeNow all my nigg*s gettin' buck, overbiteI see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi'sRaggedy-ass, holes in your knee-highsI call the play, now do you see why?These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli(Manning, Eli!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, EliThese bitches callin' me (Manning, Eli)A-a-a-a-all you lil' fa*gots can suck itNo hom*o', but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnetsAnd I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bendYeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep actin' as ifYou have the same passion that I haveYeah, right, still hungry, my assYou ass dicks had gastric bypassAin't hot enough to set fire to dry grassAnd 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids (Eyelash!)Go take a flyin' leap of faith off a f*ckin' balcony'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly assYou know what time it is, so why ask?When Shady and Nicki's worlds clash*t's (high class) meets (white trash)Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonRaah, raah, like a dungeon dragonLike a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragonRoman!Roman!Stop it, stop it!You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad!You and this boy Slim Shady!What's goin' on?They'll lock you away!They'll put you in a jail cell!I promise!Take your mother's warning, RomanPlease!Back to bed!Run along!Let's go!Come on!Wash your mouth out with soap, boys(Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys)

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