Diamonelle Pissed Off

They call you "Liquid Bling" or "Urinary Delite,"
And you wannabe me with all of your might.
But I'm Diamonelle, my star shines so bright
I'm like a supernova, or a comet in the night.

You ain't my sistah, cuz my sistahs are fly.
They don't have they feet cut off just to try and get by.
You ain't like me cuz Checkuzz nothin' but a fool.
So lissen up girl, I'm a send you back to school.
You be draggin' him on stage and bangin' Orlof in the limo--
You think you supernova? You just a real dim ho!

You say you raisin' money for a study of the bladder--
But you on a low rung of the celebrity ladder.
In my universe of stars they ain't nothin' sadder
Than a wannabe ho gettin madder and madder.

Go on an' stumble down the runway with your pathetic crew.
Your wardrobe malfunctions gave us all a good view,
Orlof's clothes are cheap and flashy, but the looks ain't new.
Those rags are for the corner, not Fifth Avenue.

You mighta had a couple fans, like Gary Axolotl--
Went to Hal Itosis', bought your pee in a bottle.
I heard R. Kelly's writin' letters, wants to piss on you
With a pure golden love that will always be true.

You can talk it up, or get smart and just hush,
I got only one answer: time to wipe and flush.
You may be "Liquid Delite," or sometimes "Golden Shower,"
But I'm Diamonelle, and I got real star power.