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[Hook: Nicki Minaj aka Martha Zolanski] Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman You'll be okay (Mother stop it please!) You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain (Get me out of here mother) Take a little break, little break From your sovereignty There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday) A Roman holiday [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj aka Roman Zolanski] You done, you tight? You suck at life? You don't want a round three? Worship the queen and you might could pass Keep it real, these chicks couldn't wipe my huh Anyway, stylists, go get Bulgari I am the ultimate Svengali These chickens can't even spell that You, you hoes buggin' Repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister Cause my flow's the sickest And I'm a lunatic And this can't be cured with no elixir Cuz y'all know who da, who da, I do I done put the pressure to every thug I knew Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too And put the hyena in a weekend zoo [Hook] [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj aka Roman Zolanski] Witch, twitch, b*tch! Godmother's right, this is World War 6 This right here is gonna make a chick die And this right here is gonna make a chick cry And this right here is an undersigned shock And this what I do when a chick breaks flock I'ma put her in a dungeon under, under All the girls ain't eating They dieing of hunger Mother I need, who is this ohh And yes maybe this a type of tourettes Get my wigs Terrance go and get my beret [Hook] Talking 'bout me, you talking about me? I dare a mother, he talking about me They must be smokin' a couple of oz's They want the outline, I give them a goatee Gah, mother, they talking about me? I dare a mother, they talking about me They must be smokin' a couple of oz's They want the outline, I give them a goatee Mother, forgive me |