Getting Nasty lyrics

I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the b*tch gets back
Eat meat on Friday, that's alright
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can b*tch the best at your social do's
I get high from the speaking 'bout the things I do
I'm a b*tch, I'm a b*tch, I'm a b*tch and I'm back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can b*tch, I can b*tch '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*tch gets back
I'm a b*tch, I'm a b*tch, I'm a b*tch and I'm back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can b*tch, I can b*tch, I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do