Bitch's Diarrhea

Tytuł ostatniej piosenki z albumu to swoista gra słów tytułem studyjnego albumu Hyori “Bitch’s Diary”. Piosenka podsumowuje pozycję Latishy w rapgrze, a sama raperka wytyka w niej Hyori brak oryginalności oraz zbyt dużą pewność siebie jak na swoje osiągnięcia. Podkreśla, że przez bycie weteranką w tym biznesie oczekuje od niej szacunku, a nie nieudolnych prób kopiowania. 

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[Verse 1: Latisha Jones]

Who the fuck want war?

Fed Ex beef straight to your front door

It will be a murder scene

I'll turn Bitch’s Diary into the date of expiry

Alright you Latisha Jones clone clown

All this buffoonery, this shit stops now

Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds

I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage

We all know your last name is what got you your job

You a put together gimmick, something like a collage

Since you puttin on a show, you gon get the applause
Clap, clap, lift ya frame like a fucking garage?

This hood shit you and Vante ain't built for

This the shit this other bitch almost got killed for

I still counting what WHO RITY generated

Bet my shit keeps spinning like its syndicated

Corny broad I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated

Your hot air ass, should have been deflated

This ain't a championship fight I been the greatest

See the fact is what you doing... I did it

Lames trying to clone my style and run with it

Thats cool. I was the first one with it

Yous a Latisha wanna be, You just hate to admit it

I'm the blueprint, You ain't nothing brand new

Check ya position on one hundred, You will always be number 2

I seen them come. I seen them go. Still I remain

Sweety you on your 14th minute of fame

Im over 10 year strong still running the game

Cut the comparison, I'm in the legendary lane

Fighting for a spot... Child please I'm solidified
With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried

Either you high or sippin that shit Wayne on

I get top dollar for whatever my name on

Go stick your head in a tornado- Brainstorm

I drop bombs- Flex, Napalms

Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto

Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos

Pussy so pink like my kitty sayin hello

If I whistle they'll pistol whip you in all 5 boroughs

I'm from Jo-burg I be everywhere comfortably

Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me?

You the type to run your mouth and then run from me

Im poppin off in your hood with no company

You like Washington heffa I'm Benji

You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy

Oh yeah welcome to the fam Fendi

You need to stop, you're not hot you're a burning match
That means the end is near soon, copy that?

Oh I see they really got you gassed, like Im a thing of the past

Betta slow down dummy, you about to crash

Stank pussy ho, Im givin you a bath

Thermometer in hand and I'm comin for you ass

Who you think you gettin passed?

I see right through you your whole shit is made of glass

 

[Clip of Hyori's random song in the background]

 

[Verse 2: Latisha Jones]

I draw back

I'm a Jo-burg thorough bitch, rep for my borough bitch

Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit

I ride out til the wheels fall off

And my niggas squeeze til the last shell go off

Fuck your whole team all I see is a bunch of weirdos

You'sa airhead bitch- scarecrow

Ain't nothin old but my money bitch

This is grown liquid assets

Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money bastards

You and Imani? sorry bunch of swagger jackers

I mothered you hoes I should claim you on my income taxes

Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great

So on my next move I'm yellin' checkmate

I smell a massacre

I'm Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her
Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin like lunch to me
Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy

Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy

You're hilarious... thanks for all the laughs

You're garbage, so I'm takin out the trash

You? Shit on me?

C'mon baby girl- Ain't enough ass shots in the world

You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit

But you could never fuck with me
So chuck it up deuces

All around the world I ball like a ball team

I stack chips, call me Miss Rothstein

Tricks is for kids silly rabbit you're my offspring

Latisha more anticipated than a Lebron ring