Chords for Nicki Minaj - Roman's Revenge (feat. Eminem) Lyrics Video

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_ _ _ _ _ I am not Jasmine I am Aladdin So far ahead these bumps is lagging
See me in that new thing bumps is gagging I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage how these drugs be spazzing
The fuck I look like getting back to a has been
Yeah I said it has been Hang it up, flat screen _
_ Plasma, hey niggi, hey niggi Asthma, I got the pump, it ain't got medicine
I got Mars, senescence I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
And I'll kick that hoe, punt Force trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cutting it
Nicki Minaj, who you ain't [Gm] fucking with You little faggot I'll beat you with a [Eb] padlock
I am a movie, camera [F] blocked You out of work, I know it's [Cm] tough
But enough is [Bb] enough
Rah, rah, like a dungeon _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
dragon _ _ _ Rah, rah, like _ a dungeon dragon
_ I am in S&M but my whip's off the cane The moon's not the candy cane, whip's off the brain
What's that ass mind?
Got a pencil for a brain and a razor for a head?
Fuckin' pencil for a brain!
You don't like it?
Then peel off, bitch!
Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off and I'll steal what you fucked, you slut!
So wipe the smile on your grill off, I swear to God I'll piss a happy mill off!
Get the wheels, turn and spin a will off, nab the axle and half off the chiron!
Quit hollering, why God?
He ain't got shit to do with it!
Plycombs will never be Plycombs, the world ain't finna swallow in my wad!
I ain't finna throw in it, nice broad, hope it'll fit a tough city, bitch!
Life's hard, I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad with fake tits and a bad tie top!
Just spit in my fuckin' face and call me a fuckin' typewriter!
Finally I broke down and bought her an iPod and caught her stealing my music!
So I tied her arms and legs to the bed, set up the camera and pissed twice on her!
Look!
Two peas and a [Gm] tripod!
The more to the story of life's treating [Eb] you like dry sock, kick it back in his face!
[F] My God, it's shady and Nicki Minaj, you might [Cm] find the sight quite odd, but don't ask why, bitch!
That's [Bb] what the world is, my punch ain't baggin', it's all garbage to a bunch of maggots!
Make that face go on, squanch it up at me!
Told me to target so I could lunge and attack you like a- Buh!
Like a punching dragon, you fell off, off, you must've punched your wagon, you must've went off the pack!
I'm about to go off the deep end, don't just stand your lane, you just jumped in trap!
Is it the thanks that I get for putting you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
Should've sent a thank you note, you little ho!
Now I'ma wrap your carpet with a bow!
N-N-Nicki, she just mad cause you took the spot!
W-W-Word that bitch mad cause I took the spot?
Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot!
Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top!
I hear them mumbling, I hear them cackling!
I got them scared, shook, panicking!
Overseas, church, Vatican!
You at a standstill, mannequin!
You wanna sleep on me?
Overnight?
I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite!
And when I pull up, boom, motorbike!
Now all my niggas get bucked, overbite!
I see them dusty-ass C-Logs, Levi's, Raggedy Ann's, hoes in your knee highs!
I call a play, now do you see why?
These bitches calling me Manning-Gilob!
M-M-M-M-M-M-Manning Gillob!
These bitches calling me Manning Gillob!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!
All you little faggots can suck it!
No homo put on a sticker to him, like refrigerator maggots!
And I'm crooked enough to make straight jackets, bitch!
Yeah, look who's back again, bitch!
Get back in his ear!
You had the same passion I have!
Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass!
You ass, thick Sacc, hashtag flypast!
Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass!
And pot is filing his hair on eyelets!
[Gm] FURVERSE!
looks like a flying leap of faith up a [Eb] fucking balcony
for a stuffed falcon wing up your [F] fly ass
you know what time it is to Y-ass
when Sadie [Cm] and Nicky's world crash and I clap [Bb] twice for her
like a Dungeon Dragon
like a Dungeon Dragon
[F] like a Dungeon Dragon
like a Dungeon Dragon
like [Bb] a Dungeon Dragon
like a Dungeon Dragon
like a Dungeon Dragon
like a Dungeon Dragon _ whoa man _ _
stop it!
stop it!
You've gone mad, as I tell you, mad!
You and this boy Slim Shavey!
What's going on?
They'll lock you away!
They'll put you in a jail cell!
I promise!
Take your mother's warning, Roman, please! _ _ _
_ _ Back to bed!
Run along!
Let's go!
Come on!
Watch your mouth out with that, boys! _
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