G# I was justified when I was five D#7 G# Raising Cain, I spit in your eye F# C# Times are changing, now the poor get fat. G# D#7 G# But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back. Eat meat on Friday, that's alright I even like steak on a Saturday night I can bitch the best at your social do's I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, ooh Chorus: D#7 I'm a bitch. I'm a bitch. Oh, the bitch is back. Fm C# Stone cold sober as a matter of fact. D#7 I can bitch. I can bitch. `Cause I'm better than you. F# D#7 G# It's the way that I move, the things that I do - oh-oh-oh. I entertain by picking brains Sell my soul by dropping names I don't like those, my God, what's that? Oh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back (oh) Chorus - x2 Bitch, bitch, bitch is back Bitch, bitch, bitch is back Bitch, bitch, bitch is back Bitch, bitch, bitch is back Bitch, bitch, bitch is back Bitch, bitch, bitch is back Bitch, bitch, bitch is back Bitch, bitch, bitch is back | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# D#7 Fm F# G# |