I drive my V8 in your lobby
Put some power on this pussy
Have the cops hit my agent
Tell 'em: Come and book me

Freedom of speech?
Freedom means nothing
When you could shoot me down
With the push of a button
Freedom of speech?
Freedom means nothing
When I don't own my body
Even if we're fucking

Drive my V8 in your lobby
Put some power on this pussy
Tell the cops hit my agent
Tell 'em to come book me

Pink Barbie band-aid
Cover up the problem
You won't give stitches
You wanna be the martyr
You don't wanna fix it
You wanna give the drama
So cry to your momma
Violence is your karma

Cover up the problem
Yeah, you cover up the problem
Yeah, you cover up the problem
So cry to your momma
Violence is your karma

I hope your mistress is pro-life
Your sugar baby's knocked up
I hope you deal with all the lies
You're putting on us
And I hope you choke on your lies
I hope you're outed for fraud
And I hope they leak photos of you
With pink panties on

V-V-V8 in your lobby
Put some power on this pussy
Tell the cops hit my agent
Tell 'em to come book me

Put a pink Barbie bandaid
Cover up the problem
You won't give stitches
You wanna be the martyr
You don't wanna fix it
You wanna give the drama
So cry to your momma
Violence is your karma

Cover up the problem
Yeah, you cover up the problem
Yeah, you cover up the problem
So cry to your momma
Violence is your karma

Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Aaah!