Class Dismissed (end of semester)
It’s the normal conditions (oh gawd) That ain’t my voice bitchin (nope) Left right there in the ditches Let a damn bitch pull up her britches (up) Leave in stitches Sleeve starts intchin Ear straight twitchin Call it nine lives (yup) Feminine intuition Feline derision Familiar schism Truth let loose from the mouths of children (ouch) Still not feelin Still freewheelin Still just villain (scary) Scrape them billions (sskkrrrpp) Send em to the moon or the bottom of the ocean and not let floatin just open (bye-by I’m the glitch in the code that they swear ain’t broken, (oh gawd) I’m the whisper in the room when the door stays open. (Psst) I’m the wrong one chosen, the omen unspoken, (ohhh) The match in your pocket when the whole world’s smokin. (Spark) I’m the cat‑eye gleam when the streetlights bend, I’m the rumor you hear from a too‑close friend. I’m the scratch in the vinyl that loops again, I’m the truth you deny but you still defend. Teeth on the rhythm, claws in the beat, Walk like a warning with blood on my feet. Talk like a sermon that stings when it’s sweet, I’m the one they call last when they can’t compete. Sicko Blisterkitten with a righteous disposition. Feed dont hittin an I still don’t bitchin I’m be in the kitchen Sicko straight up whippin Time to sit and listen cuz this class is back to session Sicko Blisterkitten, pay attention when I’m steppin Notes you better scribblin, every move another lesson Heat up in the kitchen, all my wisdom in progression Talk slick if you messin I cook em in a second Tell me bout your blessins I’m down to teach some lessons Baby stop stressin Never be what they guessin Class dismissed, end of semester It’s the normal conditions That ain’t my voice bitchin Left right there in the ditches Let a damn bitch pull up her britches Leave in stitches Sleeve starts intchin Ear straight twitchin Call it nine lives Feminine intuition Feline derision Familiar schism Truth let loose from the mouths of children Still not feelin Still freewheelin Still just villain Scrape them billions Send em to the moon or the bottom of the ocean and not let floatin just open I’m the glitch in the code that they swear ain’t broken, I’m the whisper in the room when the door stays open. I’m the wrong one chosen, the omen unspoken, The match in your pocket when the whole world’s smokin. I’m the cat‑eye gleam when the streetlights bend, I’m the rumor you hear from a too‑close friend. I’m the scratch in the vinyl that loops again, I’m the truth you deny but you still defend. Teeth on the rhythm, claws in the beat, Walk like a warning with blood on my feet. Talk like a sermon that stings when it’s sweet, I’m the one they call last when they can’t compete. Sicko Blisterkitten with a righteous disposition. Feed dont hittin an I still don’t bitchin I’m be in the kitchen Sicko straight up whippin Time to sit and listen cuz this class is back to session Sicko Blisterkitten, pay attention when I’m steppin Notes you better scribblin, every move another lesson Heat up in the kitchen, all my wisdom in progression Talk slick if you messin I cook em in a second Tell me bout your blessins I’m down to teach some lessons Baby stop stressin Never be what they guessin Class dismissed, end of semester It’s the normal conditions That ain’t my voice bitchin Left right there in the ditches Let a damn bitch pull up her britches Leave in stitches Sleeve starts intchin Ear straight twitchin Call it nine lives Feminine intuition Feline derision Familiar schism Truth let loose from the mouths of children Still not feelin Still freewheelin Still just villain Scrape them billions Send em to the moon or the bottom of the ocean and not let floatin just open I’m the glitch in the code that they swear ain’t broken, I’m the whisper in the room when the door stays open. I’m the wrong one chosen, the omen unspoken, The match in your pocket when the whole world’s smokin. I’m the cat‑eye gleam when the streetlights bend, I’m the rumor you hear from a too‑close friend. I’m the scratch in the vinyl that loops again, I’m the truth you deny but you still defend. Teeth on the rhythm, claws in the beat, Walk like a warning with blood on my feet. Talk like a sermon that stings when it’s sweet, I’m the one they call last when they can’t compete. (Let a damn bitch pull up her britches) Sicko Blisterkitten with a righteous disposition. Feed dont hittin an I still don’t bitchin (Let a damn bitch pull up her britches) I’m be in the kitchen Sicko straight up whippin Time to sit and listen cuz this class is back to session Sicko Blisterkitten, pay attention when I’m steppin Notes you better scribblin, every move another lesson Heat up in the kitchen, all my wisdom in progression Talk slick if you messin I cook em in a second Tell me bout your blessins I’m down to teach some lessons Baby stop stressin Never be what they guessin Class dismissed, end of semester That ain’t my voice bitchin
