Those diss tracks I got (Glory, glory!) Shoulda stayed on the shelf (Hallelujah!) If you want something done right You gotta do it yourself (Amen! Gotta do it yourself!) This contest was a travesty I’m really not impressed You could have taken a stab at me Instead y’all made one big fat mess The best you could come up with Is that my songs aren’t up to snuff You had so much to work with But you filled your bars with ordinary fluff! Bah-da-doo-doo-doo Skibi-dibby-dibby-doo! Yippie-Kai-yaaaaaaay! A-yode-lay-hee-hoo! (That ends today You’re getting served! With the kind of diss track That you deserve!) I’ve given y’all so much dirt Now I’m gonna break it down Should I start with the yodeling thing? Or that my mom was an actual clown? There’s the first cousin marriages All over my family tree Guess I got that hillbilly blood Cause I’m missing half my teeth I pretty much fit the stereotype Of a crazy cat lady Plus I’m broke and live in the ‘hood That’s not even everything you didn’t say about me! (You tell ‘em girl! You show ‘em how it’s done! We got your back! Finally havin’ some fun!) Bah-da-doo-doo-doo Skibi-dibby-dibby-doo! Yippie-Kai-yaaaaaaay! A-yode-lay-hee-hoo! Bah-da-dum-dum-pow! Skibi-dibby-dooby-dop-dop-wow! Let’s talk about how at every L.P. I forget to mute my mic Gotta hear my conversations All the shit going on in my life Then when I’m on there hosting I forget to turn my mic back on I just sit there talkin’ to no one While you’re wondering’ where I’ve gone So what else did I miss? Oh yeah, I have a clown car too And I wrote a song about it And then I added a yodel-ay-hee-hoo! (What’s wrong with you? Girl, you a real hot mess What’s goin’ on in your head Is anybody’s guess) Bah-da-doo-doo-doo Skibi-dibby-dibby-doo! Yippie-Kai-yaaaaaaay! A-yode-lay-hee-hoo! Bah-da-dum-dum-pow! Skibi-dibby-dooby-dop-dop-wow! A-yo-de-lay, a-yo-de-lay, a-yo-de-lay A-yode-lay-eee-ay-eee-ay Yippie-kai-ai-aaaaaaay A-yode-lay-hee-hooooooooo!
