10,000 Hits

Now back to the biz Let's analyse the hit song and shit Duplicants get ready for a pop quiz *Scratches* I'm a bad babysitter, got my boyfriend in your shower I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch Listen up, every duplicant go way outta retreat Write me hit songs, don't forget you can't eat! Smoke cigarettes and drink coffee, email me the copy I thought I told you nobody on this motherfuckin' planet can stop me I booked you all into the 40 Seasons hotel It better go well, think Pink, think Pharrell, gotta sell Think Britney, Missy, I don't care for shitty You know who once won a Grammy, Ace Of Bass and Milli Vanilli Make it snappy, and it better match me Be as tight as my skin-tight Versace, super catchy I'm so clever, my next endeavour is to create a new musical trend Called "I can't believe it's music!", then you clones copy me I'll be the innovator and the copycat artists, it's a brilliant monopoly Do this properly, protect my intellectual property Hairdresser, manicurist, plastic surgeon, get off me! Call my one thousand agents for lunch So much to discuss, lots of numbers and abs to crunch I was already on the charts once And now I expect ten thousand new hit songs, go clones I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch Yeah, go ahead, twenty thousand tits, go