(Miley Cyrus)
Let me guess
You're here to hate
Well you can stand
In the autograph line and wait

Cause I'm all twerk
I got all day
To spit harsh words
In this French maid's face

You died a Virgin girl
Who you think you think you're messin' with?
It's Miley Cyrus
I'm the hottest thing since Britney
Bitch!

I'm getting lifted on that molly
Get that party turned up
You're getting lifted on a stake
Get that body burned up

Had enough? It's my habit
When I grab the mic I milk it
You can this rap it's like my alter ego
Cause I killed it

(Joan Of Arc)
Lord
Forgive me for the words I speak
I know the voices of the angels
Tell me turn the other cheek

But I'm about to rip Hannah Montana's
Tongue out through her teeth
Je suis la fille on feu
Call me Katniss Everdeen

When it comes to bad bitches
I'm the patron saint
But I only get down on my knees
When it's time to pray

I cam to Frenchmen's aid
In their time of need
Cause I'm the Maid of Orleans
You're the Mardi Gras beads honey

My father taught me things
Your daddy couldn't teach ya
Your highest calling
Was a text from Wiz Khalifa

You gotta die for something Miley
Just picture your epitaph
Had the world watching
Chose to show them all her flat ass

(Miley Cyrus)
Sweet burn
No pun intended
You're a cross-dressing peasant
Betrayed by those you defended

But when I come
Underfire I can #handle it
If God's in your corner
Girl you need better management

(Joan Of Arc)
Do not take the Lord's name in vain
You ratchet skank
Your manager's riding you
To the achy breaky bank

Be thankful for your talent
Don't just rub it on your crotch
Keep your party in the Usa
Vive la France