Grammy award -winning recording artist
Cardi B, known for her chart -topping hits,
now stands accused of a crime spree
that has left a trail of
devastation and fear.
...national rap superstars on the run
after being linked to a
series of brutal killings.
...and report any sightings immediately.
According to police, the victims...
Cardi B, who has always
been a controversial...
...bloggers, journalists,
and most chillingly,
several female rappers.
If these allegations are true,
it will undoubtedly be one of the...
Circus, Circus of Music History
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I took that demon to the red, I gone fast
Mirror, mirror, who the baddest,
bitch ain't lookin' back
I know these bitches in my shadow
feel so cold
I don't think these bitches
know
I want they heads
I want them begging for their life,
I want them dead
I know they heard a bitch
was coming and they scared
I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead
Can't compete with me, I'm not the one
I tell hoes to suck my dick,
they put their hair up in a bun
I let these bitches see
I should've left these hoes with none
Never smart to be for
me, what can I say?
These hoes be dumb,
bitches love to die young, look
The water fire, I my toes in it
Music fire, put my soul in it
My coochie and my business
These bitches love putting they nose in it
Tell a bitch, better use your head
Before I come there, put a hole in it, like
Bop, bop, bop, bop
Now she could blow with it
They say, Carti, you tweakin'
Now, I don't be tweakin' enough
Bitches be doin' shit
and I be lettin' it slide
And I don't be bringin' it up
Bitches be out here tellin'
lies about me
And y 'all just be eatin' it up
But when I drag it to hell
Carti, you evil as fuck
She say my name, she get in belt
She think I'm playin', she get in belt
When we go in the store, don't touch
Nothing you can play, no, you get in belt
I cried 300 days last year,
and none of y call me up
And like those tears that ran
down my cheek,
yeah, but I be sordid as fuck, girl
Guess who drop a thousand times
and none of it's workin'
Guess who doin' shorts with them
and freein' pockets hurtin'
Guess who make sure that she pay
nice when we in person
And guess who done bodied up
more bitches than they searchin', uh
I'm collectin' body bags like they purses
I don't even rap no more,
I drive Hearses
Bitches got some nerve
and them be nervous
Don't tell me, tell customer service
Not for nothing
I'm that bitch, I look good plus I'm thick
If you get money and you cute,
then bae you basically my twin
You been here since what's poppin',
then we ba sically locked in
You don't see me get knocked down
nine times, still get up ten
They still mad about that Grammy
They still mad that I'm still poppin'
They still mad that they don't play her
in the club and I went dia mond
Post I re -branded, revamped it
But I ain't do nothing, I had an other baby
I was pre -clamped it,
you got ta love it
Niggas tweakin' up,
in front of the world, what?
How you do a bitch like
that if I'm your, huh?
I tried to come in peace,
they tore me into pieces
Now I gotta R .I .P. it
I want they heads,
I want them beggin' for they life
I want them dead,
I know they heard a bitch was comin' and they scared
I wanna pull the ladies' fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead
If you not my bitch,
you just a bitch, then you a op
If you with that bitch,
when I come get her, you gon' die
Rap, beam, shot, pop
Oh, I want all these bitches dead
Gone in the seas, capisce?
No, I won't bet
Tell all these bitches sleep
Don't give me the strength
Cause all these bitches weak, man, I swear
I want these bitches all dead
Little bitch, I'm beggin' for the life
You play with me,
won't make it through the night
I'll do more than everything
that's right
And I swear that I wrote these
pictures of dead
Dead, dead, dead,
oh
You
Dead & Company 
