Lyrics:

Betty swings two D's, but still is an A-plus
Devoid of steroids, strong enough to dust off
Any sucka low-life pretender
So all you wannabe's steaming me like a sauna
Just step, just step aside and get wise
And realize taking me out's no easy ride (Easy ride)
Confess your sins to the high priestess
Secure and stable, no flaw or weaknesses show
I'm full grown and in control
And it can be an off beat but I'd still flow
So wake up, wake up and watch me shake up
Your brain with rhymes like a flame, burn up
Kill lik? Clearasil hit after hit
Stomp you with rhyming into itty-bitty bits
So now you know that 'till my last breath
B?tty Boo is doing this to death

'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death
'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death

Yes, I'm the B.B., but not the Bardot
So don't try to play me like a game of bingo
Or I'll beat you back, slap you back and make you look wack
Soft and subtle like the rest of you are sap
Your attack lacks strength (Strength)
Baby, I'm coming in first, not tenth
Whilst you're running a marathon
Tryna get away from the double B dropping weight
Just like an A-bomb
You ain't nothing but a guest in my house
I don't wanna hear no noise, you little Minnie Mouse
And I'm potent against any old rodents
My stature is grand with an air of importance
So hop along you Cassidy, no-good parody
Musically, you're stiffer than bodies in a mortuary
So now you know that 'till my last breath
Betty Boo is doing this to death

'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death
'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death


'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death
'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death


'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death
'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death

That's right, I'm poison, but my name ain't Ivy
Unlike Pan Am, not one of you could fly me
My metaphors do war, scaring you like lions roar
Leaving you drenched in my lyrical downpour
No pretensions, no extensions
I'm sweet and petite, into 60's fashion trends
But I'm no trendsetter
Why? It's simple, Betty makes trends better
That's right, I'm real, but I'm not Cheryl Lynn
But quite frankly, I'm much more appealing
So if you think that you could take Betty
Like Kylie said, you'd be lucky, lucky, lucky
I'm smooth and gentle, not metal or bionic
Pump up a jam just like Technotronic
So now you know that 'till my last breath
Betty Boo is doing this to death

'Till my last breath
No right turns or left
'Till my last breath
No right turns or left
'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death
'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death
'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death
'Till my last breath, I'll be doing it to death
No right turns or left, I'll be doing it to death