text: I was justified when I was five
  Raising Cain, I spit in your eye
  Times are changing, now the poor get fat
  But the fevers gonna catch you when the bitch gets back 
  Eat meat on Friday, thats alright
  I even like steak on a Saturday night
  I can bitch the best at your social dos
  I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, ooh
  Im a bitch, Im a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
  Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
  I can bitch, I can bitch cause Im better than you
  Its the way that I move, the things that I do, oh
  I entertain by picking brains
  Sell my soul by dropping names
  I dont like those, my God, whats that?
  Oh, its full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back 
  Im a bitch, Im a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
  Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
  I can bitch, I can bitch cause Im better than you
  Its the way that I move, the things that I do, oh
  Im a bitch, Im a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
  Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
  I can bitch, I can bitch cause Im better than you
  Its the way that I move, the things that I do, oh
  Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
  Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
  Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
  Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
  Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
  Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
  Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
  Bitch, bitch, bitch is back