text: I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin
  So far ahead, these bums is laggin
  See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin
  Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon
  Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
  Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon
  Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin
  So fuck I look like gettin back to a has-been?
  Yeah, I said it—has-been
  Hang it up: flatscreen, ha
  Plasma
  Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
  I got the pumps, it aint got medicine
  I got bars; sentencin
  Im a bad bitch, Im a cunt
  And Ill kick that ho, punt
  Force trauma, blunt
  You play the back, bitch, Im in the front
  You need a job, this aint cuttin it
  Nicki Minaj is who you aint fuckin with
  You lil Fraggle Rock, I beat you with a pad-a-lock
  I am a movie, camera block
  You out of work, I know its tough
  But enough is enough
  Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
  Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
  Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
  Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
  Raah, I eat your face off
  You niggas sweet as pie, like this is a bake-off
  I love Nickis curves, swing at the baseball
  ERRR! Ill beat your brakes off
  Hi, Im Tune, salt in the wound
  Im up in this bitch, pardon the goons
  Throw dirt on the floor and get caught in the broom
  I like a big, wet pussy with a fork and a spoon
  I got money and the power, a woman in the shower
  And she dont want nothing but my Johnson—Howard
  Sour Dies in the Swisher Sweet, sweet and sour
  Youre scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible
  Ah, I dont know what yall on
  Please, I go in like Goin
  Dr—Drink in my hand with the world in the other
  The Uzi go Brrrr-r-r-r-r: stutter, ha
  Life is a puzzle, jigsaw
  All I do is win, my name should be Victor
  Haha! Old-ass rappers
  Im still the shit: old-ass Pampers
  Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
  Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin
  I was just pluckin my ashes, Ima puff it and pass it
  Im a fuckin assassin, you should jump in the casket
  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 ho
  Now, Ima wrap your coffin with a bow
  N—N—Nicki, shes just mad cause you took the spot
  W—W—Word? That bitch mad cause I took the spot?
  Well, bitch, if you aint shittin, then get off the pot
  Got some niggas out in Brooklyn thatll off your top
  I—I—I—I hear them mumblin, I hear the cacklin
  I got em scared, shook, panickin
  Overseas, church, Vatican
  You at a standstill: mannequin
  You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
  Im the motherfuckin boss: overwrite
  And when I pull up, vroom! Motorbike
  Now all my niggas gettin buck: overbite
  I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis
  Raggedy Ann, holes in your knee-highs
  I call the play, now do you see why?
  These bitches callin me Manning Eli
  Manning, Eli 
  These bitches callin me Manning Eli!!
  Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
  Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
  Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
  Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
  Roman, Roman! Stop it, stop it!
  Youve gone mad! Mad, I tell you! Mad!
  You and this boy, Little Weezy!
  Whats going on? Theyll lock you away!
  Theyll put you in a jail cell! I promise!
  Take your mothers warning, Roman, please!
  Back to bed! Run along! Lets go! Come on!
  Wash your mouth out with soap, boys