They call me Miss Dis, because I put em all down
I'm the dissin'-ist bitch, you better ask around
So set your damn watch to Eleven Fifty Nine
And enjoy your last minute, cause bitch you're mine.
I'monna cut you up like you wouldn't believe
monna crisp you up crunichier than Paris's weave
I'm gonna lay in a burn, atcha can't dismiss
If you wanna enemy, you don't wanna Miss Dis
You wore a snuggie to your prom, and you thought it looked good,
ya got it from ya momma and it gave you wood
It didn't really matter cause your date didnt show
His pimp wouldn't let your daddy leave the stroll
Ya showed up drunk at ma quincañera
made my abuelita cry I said bitch don't scare her
lets take it outside like a coupla cholas
May bring my hermanita, bitch a true high roller
Ya daddy won ya momma in a game of dice
You blew em both for luck but he rolled snake eyes
Ya granmama tried ta buy a heart transplant
but they didn't take food stamps, how bout that?
Ya got a package from Oprah by Fedral Express
it was a gold invitation to the follwing address:
I need ya for a show on prostitutes
who wear fake ass gucci crocodile skin boots
You never get a Tyra mail, but here's a letter from Obama
It came with a warrant that he issued for your mama,
We've come to a conclusion, after much consideration
You're the ugliest bitch in the entire nation
Every day I open up a Tyra mail,
with another model challenge that ya know I never fail
Evry week ya get a note from ya mom's boyfriend,
"same time 'n same place same bag on ya face"
You a broke back crack bitch lookin like the blair witch
Facebook status sez "I think I got tha bootie-itch"
Ya look at yourself it's a like a brick in tha mirror
Don't just break tha glass girl, ya make it disappear
old mr french fry sittin on a fence,
tryin ta make a dollar out of 50¢
hatchi catchi liberace ooo la la
I gotcha Ooo wah juicy penny on tha ska
They call me Miss Dis, because I put em all down
I'm the dissin'-ist bitch, you better ask around
So set your damn watch to Eleven Fifty Nine
And enjoy your last minute, cause bitch you're mine.
credits
from Calpernia Pop Trax Vol. 1,
released February 5, 2013
Lyrics, original music and performance by Calpernia Addams. Remix/new music by DJ Branwen Somatik.
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