Arise Pink Frankenstein!
[Diss Nicki Minaj]
by
Robby Richardson
“IT’S ALIVE...IT’S ALIVE”
I’m frank with my steins like I am in my rhymes
The Einstein of poetic lines
You’re rhyme with your vacant eyes and vacant mind
Part Mary Shelly and believe me this can get really messy
The weight of your ego can get real heavy but don’t think I’m green with envy
Created by a modern day Shelley your built like a Chevy
I’m writing for Makaveli and your just trendy
The form of the monster unable to endure
Fake and plastic...very well paid...created like a web page for teenager spank page
Invisible hands from ghosts like strands from your puppetmasters in the rafter stands
Pink Frankenstein in that bee hive stiff when you walk in those knee highs
And if ghost writing is credit with my works...does it matter who really did the work
Then my face is red and we belong dead
I once had a friend who said to know their worth
Then gets up on stage with her tongue in her own hearth
H & M Christmas Campaign really says abstain
Role model to sell your coochie for fortune and fame
You’re the last person to preach about pussy over brain
It may appear very strange but THIS is the woman to talk about how female equality is gained
Arise Pink Frankenstein
With fake hips and thighs...Nose and eyes...Ass and teeth
Pink Frankenstein arise on your feet
“It’s Alive...ALIVE”
Why are you always threatening to take shots pointing your fingers like you’re a tough thot
Lyrics on the back burner...talent is no Will Turner
No...you’re not obsessed with treasure
Just sell off your image for more than pleasure
If someone else rhymes my words will I get some hits
If I talk about hits and walk with fake hips will fortune I sip
With money I’ll flip seemingly freeing us while leaving the soul meaningless
Maybe this will help you understand this
“I write better when I’m drinkin’...I write better when I’m smokin’”
Kamikaze going down...Kamikaze going out
All I see you doing is running your mouth
If you got such a nasty flow why do I see such a plastic flow
So many writers on your work seems so vast and hollow
If you Megatron then you a Decepticon
Decept with your lyrics and a con with your image
And this image you have reaches millions
Arise Pink Frankenstein and it terrifies
“Mind over matter, I don’t mind and you don’t matter”
And then turn around and say
“That ass clappin’ on the D, Hercules on him”
I don’t bring out names in a diss to be on my list of you who I know won’t give a shit
In the mirror I see real every word is true...can you
Like an icy breeze a poetic Posedian like titan
Bring drama as light as an empty day...Dryden
Arise Pink Frankenstein
“It doesn’t define me”
Well CLEARLY you’re lying
Average three other writers on every song
Everyone is buying and people will say what’s wrong
So Pink Frankenstein arise on your feet
“It’s Alive...ALIVE”
How are you a queen in someone else’s sunshine
Your career is nothing short of a visible tan line
I’m over rainbows dreaming L. Frank Baum….You’re just a Scarecrow in my Wizard of Oz
So here’s my heart and a piece of my soul
To fill in that cavern like hole to bring some console
To the drive you had but sold out for cash...but blame you I can’t
Tainted is your rep and forget that I can’t
Tied in a pink bow...it’s time to make dough
Famous for uselessness...Marilyn Monroe
So let’s let this monster rise tall still a classic after all
And yes I’ll still applaud at the creation of the Pink Frankenstein that the music industry calls
Arise Pink Frankenstein
“It’s Alive”...impressive with fake lips you lie
Every twitch of your limbs I switch my lines but I don’t disguise
The truth inside of my poetic image or lines
No ghost writer here no other name on my career
I am a Mary Shelley of literary rhyme
So Arise Pink Frankenstein
The End