Adele reprisando aquele verso interminável da Nicki Minaj dentro do carro do karaokê

Tou atrasade 13 anos, mas finalmente encontrei um verso que me inspirou a escrever algo mais cru e visceral esses dias:
(A original é do mané do Kanye West e é a parte da Nicki Minaj em "Monster", o poder dessa letra, daaaaaaaamn)

Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta

With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka

Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka

You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer

Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains

Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs

'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do

Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do

Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe

Young Money is the roster and a monster crew

And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face

And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't

So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?

But my features and my shows ten times your pay?

50K for a verse, no album out

Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it

Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent

Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it

Nicki on them titties when I sign it

That's how these niggas so one-track-minded

But really, really I don't give an F-U-C-K

"Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake"

"She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake

And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play

Just killed another career, it's a mild day

Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me

I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday

Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash

I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast

Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for

Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster