[Kreayshawn] I don't need no TLC Ay, I just need some THC Hey, I'm higher than miss Courtney Love Like murder, in the 1st degree? Certainly You got me confused with them stupid broads Shooting dice in the streets taught me how to play the odds I find it odd that your Twitter page is private You got 2 phones, one of them stays silent Now who the f** is callin in the middle of the night? They hanging up when I pick up, I'm bout to grab my knife You tryna play me like a boss, but you faker than Rick Ross, b**h I'll cut your dick off, like Lorena Bobbitt Yeah, I'm Kreayshawn and you can't stop it I'm Britney Spears, and I just shaved my head I'm on hella-d**: that's what I said I run up in your house with choppers like I'm Patty Hearst I'm stylish but violent like a tinted hearse And in my purse I got that .22 I got the job done, you are a fool And V-Nasty, she driving the ghetto way I don't give a f** man, I'm Kreayshawn, I'm from the Bay And I'm from Oakland, oh we stay smoking A big blunt leaking out my mouth and I'm toking And you can catch me loaded on the block man No dirty socks, I'm a clean girl I rock the world, like a Spice Girl I'm fallin off my chair cause I'm so high, man I get high all the time, all this sh** on my mind But I got no trees with me I'm in Philly Someone please give me an O! I need weed, about a gram and a Dutch Master, please! Please deliver it quick I need to get high so I can freestyle right, man This ain't a joke, young Kreayshawn come through Facebook poke you