Spit it out

DOA (Dead on arrival)    
Dearly departed to all of my rivals    
No one gives a fuck about you    
So there will be no ink wasted on heartfelt obituaries      
I'm the alpha and the omega, so a real deity knows how to mark all of her territories    
     
Michael Jackson moonwalking in these bloody red bottoms    
I know how to aim for my target, call me Mrs. Spot em and got em    
Russian Roulette, my words are the bullets that have no name on it    
This competition is kind of dry, do you mind if I wet it with the game that I spit      
     
Real trauma filled baby      
I didn't have the luxury to cope through insurance paid therapy    
As black women we have to swallow it all and tap into our inner mime    
Paint our face with fakes smiles and let it go away with time    
But I will survive, word to Gloria Gaynor    
Money is the motive and it stays on my radar    
     
I'm all about M-E    
Who bigger then me, not he or she    
If you hear gossip about me    
You are sipping piss and not tea    
Talk shit, you get your ass wiped off the map, no charmin    
A real deal libra, I always come off charming