Girl I went to DragCon
The children were living
Until I realized, what they thought I was giving
The kids were all over me, couldn't keep them away

Almost had to call security
Girl, these children don't play
Now I know that I'm chunky
Some would even say funky

Oh yes bitch, I'm large and in charge
Don't fuck with me, fellas
I'll get you together
You've heard of Flotilla Debarge?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Now I do sing, and I am sickening
And I'm eating a biscuit right now
Good God get a grip girl
I am not Latrice Royale

Good God get a grip girl
Good God get a grip girl
Good God get a grip girl
Good God get a grip girl
Good God-
Good- good- God
Good- good- God
Good- good- God
Good- good- God
Good- good- God

No tea, no shade
I am not Latrice Royale
The shade of it all
Get those nuts out of my face
Bitch! Ha-ha-ha-ha

So if you see me at a show
Bitch, act like you know
Look at this face
She's not in the race
She takes it at her own pace
Ha-ha!

So let me tell you one thing, hunty
If you don't know by now
I am not Latrice Royale
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, get that?
Good God get a grip girl
I am not Latrice Royale

Why are you looking at me? He-ha-ha-ha
I am not Latrice Royale