She can wound with her words, she can kill with her eyes,
She'll always be mad, but she won't tell you why,
She'll tell you you're wrong, and then make you agree,
She makes my life hell, 'cause she's always a be-atch to me.

She'll ask if she's fat, if you're wrong she'll backhand you,
She never lets you forget that her mother can't stand you,
You can buy what you want, as long as it's free,
She's spent all my money, 'cause she's always a be-atch to me.

CHORUS
Oooh, she is Hell spawn itself,
She'll remind you each day you're a waste of her time,
Oooh, and she never puts out,
And she never gives in, she's just out of her mind.

She's nice like the snake in the Garden of Eden,
She'll tear you a new one, and laugh while you're bleeding,
She'll tell all her friends you're the worst you can be,
And I sleep on the couch, 'cause she's always a be-atch to me.

Chorus

She takes all you've got, 'til there's nothing to give,
If you do as she pleases, she might let you live,
You can't have her committed, so you'll never be free,
And the most she will do is throw pot lids at you,
'Cause she's always a be-atch to me.