Britney (my rap)

Hey bitch, it's me Britney,
The girl with the skinned knees,
"Cause I'm on em' all the time,
Lose track of time,
But it's dandy, he tastes like candy,
dignity is too fancy,
And he's way too fine.
Why say 'no' when you can say, 'sho',
Short for 'sure', don't be obscure,
If you wanna stop being a loser this is the only cure.
Go get some highlights, and the french tips,
They sure look good circled around his dick,
Pointed in your face,
It's race, of who can get him there first,
You, or the other girls he dates.
Oh Britney, I love your booth tan,
It'll bound to get you some free drinks and stupid man,
And Britney, I love your Ugg boots,
paired with a mini-skirt, and your Ipod on mute,
You stroll in to class, like you're at a bar looking for ass,
Instead of college where you spend 17 grand a year,
Not on a degree but for a fiance in under 5 years.
Then a baby, crying while you're on the treadmill,
watching Dr. Phil,
Crushing up Vyvanse pills, buying Happy Meals,
Drinking wine by the box,
Damn, he sure works a lot, never time for you anymore,
Cause he found another whore, with the french tips,
He likes the way they look, grasped around his dick.
She uses them hamstrings, she squats down, never on them knees,
'Cause you may have been hot, but there are 10 million Britney's,
Look like you, who never eat food,
Who are always in the mood,
For a party at his place,
A dick in the face.
So all the Britney's, and Ashley's, Kelsey and Kristie's,
I got wonder, if your thunder got stole,
From the wierd girl asshole,
You know that bitch, she thinks quick,
The one with the stun gun snap at yo' ass,
you gonna slut back trap.