It's called, "Down Smackin' Shit Talkin' Bitch"

You listen down bitch
I got the shit talkin till ya drownin' bitch
I've made the moves, bust the grooves
turn the paper out & make it moo
I ain't playin' with you bitch
I've got 9-5 dollars ain't no smallers
than ya pickin' a fight ya can't win
with creepy crawlers in my brain
I got the good kinda gain
the kind that makes you cry bitch
I'll throw it all down right here right now
42nd & 3rd street, whatcha gonna do bout it
how ya gonna move your feet bitch
I'll bust a dance & take the chance
take the lovely ladies out to prance
gonna be practicin my game, flavor baby
is my name, take the pickle, break a nickle
you messin' with the wrong hoe bitch