5. Mirror Mirror on the Wall lyrics

Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who the flyest b*tch of them all
Mirror said “You, you the King”
Oh yes Sir, step up in the Limousine
(Dylan) you really have your hands around they throats
Damn you really make them b*tches choke
You make them them hoes look like a joke
Oh no, Cold like the snow
Got the needles I’m finna sew it
Put game back together b*tches slowed it
Down to the ground
Pick it up, That’s my crown
Rub my Feet
Up and Down
No respect
I don’t back down
Oh sh*t! Look at that b*tch
He fine and he rich
This my first song
Dylan That b*tch

Mirror I got one more question, Who the f*ck is that b*tch?
Teach them hoes a lesson

Mirror Mirror, Who’s that b*tch?
“You, the competition can pick up sticks”
First of all it’s no competition to begin with
If you ever thought that ho, it’s a myth
Oh no I'm sorry I ain’t mean to offend you
I got a few bars that I can lend you
Mirror Mirror told me that you had a issue
Come here I don’t wanna f*ckin’ miss you, Imma diss you
Going hard, got em mad
Mirror on the wall
Told me that
b*tches gone always hate
Yea that’s always
b*tch they is so late
Lalala them b*tches shake
Mirror Mirror on the wall, I’m the baddest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall I watch them all fall

I'm finna let my b*tch get into it
To show y’all b*tches how to really kill a f*ckin' verse
Eat b*tch

Cinderella tried it, Belle was sighted
Snow White lied, and Ariel dyed it
Mirror Mirror on the wall, f*ck a basic b*tch ball
I’m a Barbie, f*ck a princess, yea I’m the Ken Doll
Walkin through the court by your side princess chicks
All mumbling and whispering they wanna catch a flick
Wondering how I look perfect in all my pics
I turn around and say
Try being plastic

Going hard, got em mad
Mirror on the wall
Told me that
b*tches gone always hate
Yea that’s always
b*tch they is so late
Lalala them b*tches shake
Mirror Mirror on the wall, I’m the baddest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall I watch them all fall
They stay watchin' me
I'm not even on television
Take my style run with it, roll it up that's Partition
Call me Yonce b*tch cause y'all gone listen
I be cookin up hot sh*t not in a kitchen
Hope you hoes know that I'm really on a mission
Gone get my bills paid yeah I'm not talking Clinton
I'm so pretty I'm so cute
Yea I'm a beautician
A boss ass b*tch? I'm the definition

They best not be sleepin just like Tanisha
b*tches start tweaking, I might have to beat her
Gave you b*tches trauma, and it start to refer
Dylan been hot, y'all been in the freezer
On the wall where she hang call her Mirror Mirror
Body like mascara I start to smear her smear her
HEE HEE
Micheal Jackson, Thriller
If you a magician make talent come up out the air
Oh you can't? Aw that's so unfair
b*tch we killed that song
Snatched you b*tches Bald
Yea I call that Nair
Mirror Mirror
I'm so fair