Did you know? You're a fucking loser. Just a loser. Go back to Mama. Make room for the real Queen of the night! Biatch! Did you really think that you could step up to the throne? You're a certified loser and you're standing alone Go back to your mama, go cry on the phone 'Cause I'm breaking your spirit and shattering bone Make room for the Queen, yeah I'm taking the space Wiping that arrogant look off your face You're nothing but deadweight, a total disgrace I'm the ruler of the night and I'm running the place. You won't survive my flow, it’s a lethal injection You're a pathetic mistake lacking any direction I look at your squad and I see the infection The Queen of the night doesn't take no objection Just a loser playing games in a premier league I'm causing you trauma, I'm causing fatigue Go back to your mummy, you're out of your depth I'm taking your crown and I'm taking your breath. Did you know you're a joke? Did you know you're a clown? I step in the room and I'm shutting it down You won't survive when I'm spitting the venom I'm ripping your crew from the top to the denim Make room for the realest, the dark and the gritty The Queen of the night taking over the city Just a loser in the headlights freezing in fear Go back to your mama, your ending is near. There is no competition, there's only the slaughter I'm drowning you out like you're sinking in water You won't survive my flow, it's a natural disaster I'm moving too quick and I'm spitting it faster So pack up your shit and run back to your home You're a wandering loser with nowhere to roam Make room for the Queen, step out of the light I'm taking the title, I'm taking the night. Just a loser. Run to mama.
