The b**** Is Back Lyrics

I was justified when I was five
Raisin' Cain
I spit in your eye
Times are changin'
Now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you
When the b**** gets back, oh, oh, oh
Eat meat on Friday
That's all right
Even like steak
On a Saturday night
I can b**** the best
At your social do's
I get high in the evening
Sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh,oh
I'm a b****, I'm a b****
Oh, the b**** is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can b****, I can b****
Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul
By dropping names
I don't like those!
My God, what's that!
Oh, it's full of nasty habits
When the b**** gets back.