So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
I was looking hella good when I stepped up in the club
She was jockin' on my Gucci 'coz her boyfriend want my cookies
She just keep on lookin' back, I keep throwin' her the bird
I'm about to walk away-- I don't care what you heard
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I'm gon' stunt on them hoes, with my hands up on my hip bones singin':
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Don't hate me, don't hate me
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
He keep givin' me the look like he wanna make me holla'
I feel like I'm in the club 'coz he throwin' me them dollars
He keep sendin' me these drinks 'coz you lookin' like his grandma
I got enough big baby here without all this stress and drama
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I'm gon' stunt on them hoes with my hands up on my hip bones singin'
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Don't hate me, don't hate me
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
Man, man, look at this!
Man, man, look at this!
these hoes fightin' in the streets,
these hoes fightin' in the streets!
Man, man, look at this!
Man, man, look at this!
these hoes fightin', fightin',
these hoes fightin' in the streets!
Baby boy, Imma give you a warn
All of these hoes fightin' it off,
All of these bitches is pissin' me off
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
Let them hoes fight!
I bet you won't smack a bitch
I bet you won't wreck a bitch
I bet you won't smack a bitch
I bet you won't wreck a bitch
One more time...
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
I was looking hella good when I stepped up in the club
She was jockin' on my Gucci 'coz her boyfriend want my cookies
She just keep on lookin' back, I keep throwin' her the bird
I'm about to walk away-- I don't care what you heard
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I'm gon' stunt on them hoes, with my hands up on my hip bones singin':
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Don't hate me, don't hate me
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
He keep givin' me the look like he wanna make me holla'
I feel like I'm in the club 'coz he throwin' me them dollars
He keep sendin' me these drinks 'coz you lookin' like his grandma
I got enough big baby here without all this stress and drama
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I'm gon' stunt on them hoes with my hands up on my hip bones singin'
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Don't hate me, don't hate me
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
Man, man, look at this!
Man, man, look at this!
these hoes fightin' in the streets,
these hoes fightin' in the streets!
Man, man, look at this!
Man, man, look at this!
these hoes fightin', fightin',
these hoes fightin' in the streets!
Baby boy, Imma give you a warn
All of these hoes fightin' it off,
All of these bitches is pissin' me off
Let them hoes fight!
stop stressin' on me for the attention
Let them hoes fight!
you're excused, you're no competition
Let them hoes fight!
stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
Let them hoes fight!
hold up, bitch, I could stomp your face in
Let them hoes fight!
I bet you won't smack a bitch
I bet you won't wreck a bitch
I bet you won't smack a bitch
I bet you won't wreck a bitch
One more time...
Lyrics submitted by AlecsPen
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This song is actually by Trina, featuring Lady Gaga. Haven't had a chance to listen to it yet, although I am a fan of both Gaga and Trina. I'm sure it's good. =))
Haha best lyric ever: "Watch me watch me swing my weave/I'm gon I'm gon fix my lip gloss"