Wicked Wisdom ​of Montreal

I'm the motherfuckin' headliner, bitch, you don't even know it
(Process it!)
I'm a motherfuckin' headliner, bitch, you don't even know it

Why is it white girls don't ever have any ideas and they don't even know what's on my channel?
But that is true for almost everyone
Everyone but you
My goat, my crab, my scorpion
You're my icons cause you're different
You're different

All the wicked dreams
Have turned my head to wet concrete
Don't send me no more evil visions
They just stab my heart

I'm just a powdered belle
And I don't know what you people are all about (my chalkie people)
What you people are all about (you're made of chalk)
I just know how to make it
(Peanut butter) Like this

Oooh, just a look at her is god
Can't you see it baby
Can't you see it baby
Can't you see it baby
(I'm like)
Oooh, just a look at her is god
Can't you see it baby
Can't you see it baby
Can't you see it baby