Bob the Drag Queen
Dear Ms. Banks
[Intro (Spoken)]
You wanna talk about reading? Let's talk about reading
What's the matter, Azealia Banks? You going through some sort of a psychological change in your life?
Oh, you went back to being a Republican
Werk
Alright, let's look at what we have here
[Verse]
Let's take a second to look at all the facts
You attack women and queers and other blacks
You prefer old white men? Good to know
'Cause after this, they'll be the only people at your show
I'm sick and tired of Azealia Banks
You're a success, but a motherfucking failure, Banks
You fucked up, I don't know what to tell you, Banks
You broke, bitch! Next window, next teller, Banks
You think Trump gives a fuck 'bout you?
He fucked Omarosa and he would do it to you
Are you for real, n***a? What's the deal, n***a?
You see, to Donald Trump, you just another field n***a
Listen, Amanda, I'mma have to demand a
Tiny shred of respect, fuck the propaganda
You take our music, our clothes, our rags and shit
Get on a plane, turn around, call us "fags" and shit
Was at L.A. Pride, under the flag and shit
Gig's up! I'm done! Time to drag the bitch
Time to drop the gay bomb and bring the pain
You not a color on the flag, you a motherfucking stain
Bitch, it's Pride, you though that shit would slide?
Buckle up, Amanda, it's a bumpy ride
Who did your makeup? Who does your hair, bitch?
Who buys all your music and design the clothes you wear, bitch?
See, I was gonna let this be
But then you came for my family, so you came for me
And when you come for the throne, you asking for a fight
And when you vote for Trump, you vote against my rights
And I don't take that light, but it's a'ight
'Cause it is what it is at the end of the night
Yeah, you're talented, but that's not enough
I'd rather hear Kidz Bop than perform to your shitty stuff
Here's some knowledge, a little token
Keep your mouth shut, the queen has spoken