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