Die [bad word] 
All you [bad word] [bad word] rappers,
Need to get your clip pierced,
Look at me, hip, I'm Britney Spears,
Look at the way I wear my mascara,
How you doing,
I'm Pristina Gaguilera,
And I sing songs about a genie in a bottle,
And I'm Britney Spears,
I got big [bad word] 
I'm a role model,
To all little kids,
But i got breast implants,
That was the only way to get my chest enhanced,
And here I go with the lyrical, miracle, spiritual everytime im incredible,
With freestyles from the top that I drop,
And my instinct,
Is to kill NYSNC*,
And the Backstreet Boys,
It really doesn't matter coz' I got a scratchy voice,
Yo, check it out,
But you ask me I ain't gonna be happy til' I see every member of the Backstreet Boys,
Getting their [bad word] beat,
In the back seat of a taxi,
And dropped of on the real backstreet,
And somebody black sees five little rich white boys,
Looking like [bad word] 
With the inword painted on the back of their jackets,
ohhhhh,
And god [bad word] it,
Can't stop there,
What's up?
It's over,
And this just Shove Mcardy and Mountain Dew,
And wonder how we tune is,
Ten million