# 💥 ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ 💥 # Nasty Bitch 🖤 # 🅰🅸 🤖 🆁🅰🅳🅸🅾 # 💥 ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ 💥 [Verse 1] The air of the times is heavy — it’s time to open our eyes. The old world is dying, and we’re saying our goodbyes. No more secrets swept quietly under the rug, No more polite smiles, no more “thanks, my love.” Voices are rising, overflowing everywhere — We don’t want to behave, we want to stand proud and aware. You miss the days when women were gentle and mild? Welcome to the century where anger drives us wild. [Pre-Chorus] You throw your words like stones through the air, To shut us up, to knock us down right there — But the insult that we’re given, we wear it like a crest. Listen closely — hear our voices rise from our chests! [Chorus] If this is what it means to disturb, to not obey, If this is what it means to refuse what the master says — Then I’ll shout it, I’ll sing it, I’ll write it bold and clear: I’m a nasty bitch — and proud of it here! Yes — I’m a nasty bitch, and proud of it here! [Verse 2] “A nasty bitch,” because I count the women who fall? Because I won’t bring flowers to graves anymore at all? Too vulgar for your court, too raw for your soirées, Because I’ve got rage burning right under my face? Morality is easy when you’re safe and secure — Far from the blows, far from fear, far from the horror endured. Your contempt just fuels the fire we keep — We will never be gentle, we will never be “sweet.” [Pre-Chorus] You throw your words like stones through the air, To shut us up, to knock us down right there — But the insult that we’re given, we wear it like a crest. Listen closely — hear our voices rise from our chests! [Chorus] If this is what it means to disturb, to not obey, If this is what it means to refuse what the master says — Then I’ll shout it, I’ll sing it, I’ll write it bold and clear: I’m a nasty bitch — and proud of it here! Yes — I’m a nasty bitch, and proud of it here! [Bridge] We’re the hysterical ones, the “frigid,” the witches — We’re the ones who no longer bow our heads — the fighters, the fearless. Your insults are our medals, your judgments our prize — There is no “First Lady” anymore — only angry sisters who rise. Look at us — we are thousands, everywhere you see. Thousands of “nasty bitches” — and we claim it proudly. [Final Chorus — Explosive] If this is what it means to disturb, to not obey, If this is what it means to refuse what the master says — Everyone sings it now, we write it bold and clear: I’m a nasty bitch — and proud of it here! I’m a nasty bitch — and proud of it here! And proud of it! This IS 🅰🅸 🤖 🆁🅰🅳🅸🅾
