"American Idol" lyrics

Hi, welcome to American Idol, what's your talent? (Janecocaine exclusive)
Um, I'm Americas Next Top Rapper
Yeah, that's funny, I've seen you on the Internet, you're kinda like a, a wannabe rapper, bitch
Who? Not Mani Montana, bitch

W-w-why she keep taking Cortisa bars? (One hunnid bands in my panties)
And why she keep on linking with niggas that got no car?
And why she always braggin' 'bout spendin' these niggas cards?
Her self esteem low, go and tell her raise the bar
And tell her can't rap and all of her music suck
And tell her she's a flop and she needs to give it up
And tell her she's a boy, tell that dude to go untuck
I'ma hater, I'ma troll and I do not give a fuck
But I'm still a boss bitch
Tell them back the off, bitch, all up on my dick
Tell these niggas, jack it off, bitch
I'm a little soft bitch but do not get tossed, bitch
Killed your whole career, tell that bitch to bring the coffin (Dressed in all black)
I'm an psychotic bitch, I'm an iconic bitch (I'm a icon, bitch)
Always get my lick back, an eye for eye, kinda bitch
Am I nice? kinda, bitch, but I might just fight a bitch
Said I'm pretty like I'm Lana, but Del Ray rice a bitch
Y-y-y-you a fan, bitch, I-I'll take your man, bitch
Like, how you hatin' on the rapper that you stan, bitch?
I throw it back on TikTok 'cause I can bitch
And you just mad 'cause you ain't know I was a man, bitch

I'ma bad bitch, I'ma, I'ma bad bitch
I'ma bad bitch, I'ma, I'ma bad bitch
I'ma bad bitch, I'ma, I'ma bad bitch
I'ma bad bitch, I'ma, I'ma bad bitch

Congratulations, you're the winner of American Idol
And y'all know that shit's Armani West