"Marsha / Britney" lyrics

I got imitators, haters, and some psychos
But what I have most are bitches who are fame whores
Seen her at a party posing for photos
She don't think about the world past painting toes
This girl has been doing rounds at the local mall
And a evading past doing dudes in rock and roll
Pretty face character deadly like a
She always claims she's part native Navajo
It's kinda easy dressin' head to toe in black
Her style is straight whack off a magazine rack
Buy it, post it, link it, spread it, read it and ready
You're always on MySpace but you need phone credit

You wanna be the next big thing, "it" thing
Do anything, but you can't sing
Hey Marsha

What'd you do yesterday?
'Cause when I read the blog story
Don't add up to what you told me
Hey Marsha

What'd you do yesterday
What I read on your blog story
Don't add up to what you told me

You want- you want- you want- you want-
You want to be a model for American Apparel
It's apparent that yourself is way dumber than Cowell
You want high fashion so you worked at fashion high
Cocaine kept you talking most of it a fucking lie
You shooters now dumber trying to talent call job
Your shoes could feed a village, you should think about that
Facebook face facts can you know that
"Blah blah blah blah blah", girl, you should post that

You wanna be the next big thing, "it" thing
Do anything, but you can't sing
Hey Marsha

What'd you do yesterday?
What I read on your blog story
Don't add up to what you told me

(Hey Marsha)
Hey Marsha
What'd you do yesterday
What I read on your blog story
Don't add up to what you told me