M.I.A. - Marsha/Britney lyrics

I got imitators, haters, and some psychos
But what I have most are
Bitches who are fame whores
Seen her at a party posing for photos
She don't think about the
World past painting toes
This girl has been doing rounds
At the local mall
And a evading past doing dudes
In rock and roll
Pretty face character deadly like a
She always claims she's part native Navajo
It's kinda easy dressin' head to toe in black
Her style is straight whack
Off a magazine rack
Buy it, post it, link it, spread it
Read it and ready
You're always on Myspace but
You need phone credit

You wanna be the next big thing, "it" thing
Do anything, but you can't sing hey Marsha
What'd you do yesterday?
'Cause when I read the blog story
Don't add up to what you told me hey Marsha
What'd you do yesterday
What I read on your blog story
Don't add up to what you told me

You want, you want, you want, you want
You want to be a model for American Apparel
It's apparent that yourself is
Way dumber than Cowell
You want high fashion so you
Worked at fashion high
Cocaine kept you talking most of
It a fucking lie
You shooters now dumber trying
To talent call job
Your shoes could feed a village
You should think about that
Facebook face facts can you know that
"Blah blah blah blah blah", girl
You should post that

You wanna be the next big thing, "it" thing
Do anything, but you can't sing hey Marsha
What'd you do yesterday?
What I read on your blog story
Don't add up to what you told me
(Hey Marsha) hey Marsha
What'd you do yesterday
What I read on your blog story
Don't add up to what you told me