Nice Peter & EpicLLOYD - Miley Cyrus vs. Joan of Arc lyrics

Miley Cyrus Let me guess, you're here to hate Well, you can stand in the autograph line and wait 'Cause I'm all twerk, I got all day To spit harsh words in this French maid's face You died a virgin girl, who you think you messin' with? It's Miley Cyrus, I'm the hottest thing since Britney, b**h I'm getting lifted on that molly, get that party turned up You're getting lifted on a stake, get that body burned up Had enough? It's my habit, when I grab the mic, I milk it You could say this rap is like my alter ego 'cause I k**ed it Joan of Arc Lord, forgive me for the words I speak I know the voices of the angels tell me turn the other cheek But I'm about to rip Hannah Montana's tongue out through her teeth Je suis la fille en feu, call me Katniss Everdeen When it comes to bad b**hes, I'm the patron saint But I only get down on me knees when it's time to pray I came to Frenchmen's aid in their time of need 'Cause I'm the maid of Orleans, you're the Mardi Gras beads, honey My father taught me things your daddy couldn't teach ya Your highest calling was a text from Wiz Khalifa You gotta die for something, Miley, just picture your epitaph "Had the world watching, chose to show them all her flat a**" Miley Cyrus Sweet burn, no pun intended You're a cross-dressing peasant betrayed by those you defended But when I come under fire I can hashtag handle it If God's in your corner, girl you need better management Joan of Arc Do not take the Lord's name in vain, you ratchet skank Your manager's riding you to the achy breaky bank Be thankful for your talent, don't just rub it on your crotch Keep your party in the USA, Vive la France