Girl, you ain't got shit on me nAin’t got shit on NYC nGot nothing on this city nSave all that crying for the queen nGo back to the motherland nHave your mama hold your hand nIf you eat your eggs with runner beans nSave all that crying for the queen nnJudging your behavior and your junkie routine nIt’s time for you to get clean and stop creating a scene nGirl, you ain’t got shit on me nAin’t got shit on NYC nGot nothing on this city nSave all that crying for the queen nnThere’s a recall on all imports nYou behaving all out of sorts nYou can’t hold the liquor nQuicker, y'all get off my turf nI’ll show you who got the curve nThink I’m being territorial? nI’m’a get patriotic on your ass nStars and stripes nActing all sassy and crass nnClass is in session, please stand for the pledge nAll you pretty party girls, step away from the ledge nHave a seat, so I can begin to teach nToday we’re gonna learn about the word: moderation nLiberty and justice and something like one nation nnThose who know me know I ain’t no straight-lace sober freak nBut when it comes time to get the job done I make sure I’m at least able to speak nTry to give a damn about presentation nTry to make it look like it's not a vacation nPeople paid to see a show nThey didn’t just make a kind donation nnWhen you’re singing that song for the one millionth time nAnd you’re too gone to see that you no longer shine nYou start wishing for another way to make your dime nYou wanna make a buck in America? nGrab an application and get in line nn'Cause you know you’ll be missing that same ol' tone nTwo weeks what you look like every afternoon nThen it comes you'll be like, “Cha-ching, cha-ching!” nBut minimum wage after taxes is like, “You must be fucking kidding