When I insult you I don't feel bad. I'm just A Mad little lady, here to kick your ass. Take what I say while you smoke that grass, with a little bit of trepidation, cause my words cause levitation, as I address that dress you wear with less attenuation than attention that you thought it'd bear.
Flex on me Becky, and I'll get my friend O'Hare Johanssen to emanci-pate your derriere.