I’m a Feminist lyrics

The bag!
Diablo on the beat, n*gga (Shut up!)
b*tch (Look, I-n*gga I don’t care n*gga, I don’t care ‘bout you man, uh)
Head bumpin' to it
Scratch limp biscuit di*k (f*ck, I’m doing it)
Yeah b*tch!

[Verse]
Imma f*ck a n*gga b*tch then I’m breakin' her neck
(C'mere, b*tch!)
Understand why a feminist don’t pay me respect (f*ck, I hate b*tches!)
I'm a cut throat hoe pimpin', homicidal, lost soul
Gathering these b*tches just to dump 'em in a black hole (Ay, go swim)
f*ck a mans
I can’t make amends (I know nothing)
Ain't got no regrets, had to get it how I live, huh (Yeah yeah yeah)
Since a kid, I been on some other sh*t
Duct taping babysitters up before I smother 'em (Mmm)
Hoverin', over the decaying corpse
Wonderin' should I f*ck it in the ass or in the face first
Sick thots, louder than a black church
Screamin' in my head, tellin’ me I need to act first
Paranoid, hella paranoid
Hella mellow though you probably thinking I was good, look
Yeah I’m straight, straight, sick, sick, twisted
f*ckin' on his corpse with my light-skin shrimp di*k
(Ok, we heard you the first time)
Him grim, him sinnin' with a big grin
Head bumping to a scratched limp bizkit disc
Him grim, him sinnin' with a big grin
Head bumping to a scratched limp bizkit disc