This one's to you, Bitch.

You don't get it, do you?
That's not what I mean.
Honestly I couldn't care less
About what you hate about me

I would go off at this point,
But I'm sick of your "effing" games.
About how I'm so many different things,
I wont even get into the names.

You whine, you cry, you stomp your feet,
But I ain't gonna change.
Go ahead and throw the first hit,
You can't miss from this range.

Oh, and to your little friend there
Sending messages about how you are,
Yeah I missed you too babe
With every bullet so far.

I don't exactly forgive and forget,
Especially after what happened in the hall.
But if you come at me again I swear
I'll knock you up a fucking wall.

I'm not trying to act tough or anything,
That's not what I'm about.
But my name must taste good or something,
Cause it's ALWAYS in your mouth.

Now before someone gets hurt, please.
Put your weapon down.
Cause, bitch, you may have won the war,
But you're never gonna take my crown.