Girl I went to DragCon
The children were living
Until I realized, what they thought I was giving
The kids were all over me, couldn't keep them away
Almost had to call security
Girl, these children don't play
Now I know that I'm chunky
Some would even say funky
Oh yes b*tch, I'm large and in charge
Don't f*ck with me, fellas
I'll get you together
You've heard of Flotilla Debarge?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Now I do sing, and I am sickening
And I'm eating a biscuit right now
Good God get a grip girl
I am not Latrice Royale
Good God get a grip girl
Good God get a grip girl
Good God get a grip girl
Good God get a grip girl
Good God-
Good- good- God
Good- good- God
Good- good- God
Good- good- God
Good- good- God
No tea, no shade
I am not Latrice Royale
The shade of it all
Get those nuts out of my face
b*tch! Ha-ha-ha-ha
So if you see me at a show
b*tch, act like you know
Look at this face
She's not in the race
She takes it at her own pace
Ha-ha!
So let me tell you one thing, hunty
If you don't know by now
I am not Latrice Royale
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, get that?
Good God get a grip girl
I am not Latrice Royale
Why are you looking at me? He-ha-ha-ha
I am not Latrice Royale