I was justified when I was five 
Raising cane, I spit in your eye 
Times are changing, now the poor get fat 
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back 
 
Eat meat on Friday that's alright 
Even like steak on a Saturday night 
I can bitch the best at your social do's 
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue 
 
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch 
Oh the bitch is back 
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact 
I can bitch, I can bitch 
`Cause I'm better than you 
It's the way that I move 
The things that I do 
 
I entertain by picking brains 
Sell my soul by dropping names 
I don't like those, my God, what's that 
Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back