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Konichiwa Bitches Lyrics
You wanna rumble in my jungle
I'll take you on
Stampede your rumpa
And send you home
You wanna rumble in space
I put my laser on stun
And on the North Pole I'll ice you son
You wanna thrilla in Manila
You'll be killer bee stung
Wanna taste of vanilla
Better watch your tongue
'Cause I'll hammer your toe
Like a pediatrician
Saw you in half
Like I'm a magician
Tear you down
Like I'm in demolition
Count you out
Like a mathematician
I'm so very hot that when I rob your mansion
You ain't call the cops, you call the fire-station
'Cause my flava is so sweet
You'll be zoom, zoom, zoom
Don't even get me started
On my bada-boom-boom
One left, one right that's
How I organize 'em
You know I fill my cups no
Need to super-size em'
Right now you probably
Thinking how she get in them jeans
Well I'm gifted all natural
And burstin' the seams
Konichiwa bitches
Konichiwa bitches
Don't I look tasty like
A French bon-bon
Even more sweeter than a cherry bomb
Coming with the postman
Like I'm a mail-bomb
Comin' in your mouth
Makes you say yum-yum
Hit the gong-gong
Bring the sumos on
I'm 'a kick ass all the way to Hong Kong
Make their balls bounce like
A game of ping-pong
Konichiwa bitches from
Beijing to Siagon
Got nothing on me
'Cause you know you're so bum
Dom-didi-dom-didididi-dom-dom
Check the scenario
I'm 'a bust your ear drum
And leave you heads ringing
With the Ring-a-ding-dong
Busy on the mic
Since the day I was what? (Born)
Check out my style it's
The rock of what? (Mo')
Shine is on me like a dog on what? (Bone)
Fight the power
Put myself on the throne
You know when shit is getting heavy
Like it's weights a ton
I will run you down like a marathon
Tape you up good
Put you in the trunk
C U Next Tuesday
You is a punk
I'll take you on
Stampede your rumpa
And send you home
You wanna rumble in space
I put my laser on stun
And on the North Pole I'll ice you son
You'll be killer bee stung
Wanna taste of vanilla
Better watch your tongue
Like a pediatrician
Saw you in half
Like I'm a magician
Tear you down
Like I'm in demolition
Count you out
Like a mathematician
You ain't call the cops, you call the fire-station
You'll be zoom, zoom, zoom
Don't even get me started
On my bada-boom-boom
One left, one right that's
How I organize 'em
You know I fill my cups no
Need to super-size em'
Right now you probably
Thinking how she get in them jeans
Well I'm gifted all natural
And burstin' the seams
A French bon-bon
Even more sweeter than a cherry bomb
Coming with the postman
Like I'm a mail-bomb
Comin' in your mouth
Makes you say yum-yum
Bring the sumos on
I'm 'a kick ass all the way to Hong Kong
Make their balls bounce like
A game of ping-pong
Konichiwa bitches from
Beijing to Siagon
Got nothing on me
'Cause you know you're so bum
Dom-didi-dom-didididi-dom-dom
Check the scenario
I'm 'a bust your ear drum
And leave you heads ringing
With the Ring-a-ding-dong
Busy on the mic
Since the day I was what? (Born)
Check out my style it's
The rock of what? (Mo')
Shine is on me like a dog on what? (Bone)
Fight the power
Put myself on the throne
Like it's weights a ton
I will run you down like a marathon
Tape you up good
Put you in the trunk
C U Next Tuesday
You is a punk
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This is definitely a hyperbole of her self-confidence and bold personality. She knows there are boys who'd kill to sleep with her, she knows critics love her music, and she knows who she is inside and out. She plays it up and creates a fake persona of a self-absorbed, over-sensual pop goddess. It's great.
actually, up to this point she hadn't yet really gotten such great reviews from the critics. this was her first independent album, and her last three albums were, frankly, kind of shitty pop. this was the first true song on the international version of the album, which re-introduces her to the world as a hip-hop influenced electro-indie-pop artist.
actually, up to this point she hadn't yet really gotten such great reviews from the critics. this was her first independent album, and her last three albums were, frankly, kind of shitty pop. this was the first true song on the international version of the album, which re-introduces her to the world as a hip-hop influenced electro-indie-pop artist.
and i definitely agree with you on the hyperbole. it's more shit-talking and exaggeration than actual content, but i love that about it.
and i definitely agree with you on the hyperbole. it's more shit-talking and exaggeration than actual content, but i love that about it.
I like how there's a lot of people commenting with what they think its about...
:/
That's the purpose of this website.
That's the purpose of this website.
BEST SONG EVERRR!
this song is tuff
i think this song is classic. whats it written about? who cares...it ryhmes...its got the beats...thats all that matters
you is a punk
funkiest fuckin song ever
Gotta be takin the piss out of hip hop. lol. Love it.
i love it its soo groovy this chick is a gun
I'm so very hot that when I rob your mansion You ain't call the cops, you call the firestation
ME TOO!!!!!
I LOVE THE SONG
best song ever