The black, black widow is sittin in the middle of the web,
Its the fly she seeks.
You may be her lover but you never will recover,
cause she aint had a bite for weeks
You think your the same, cause you got the same name,
But the widow has a mobile home.
Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you,
And shes never gonna let your roam.
Shell tuck in your head, then shell wrap you as a midnight snack.
So if you see a spider, dont you slide up beside her
Whyd you think the widows wearin black?
Queen bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own,uh huh
Nothin shell give you, gonna outlive you
But the queen bees never gonna be alone.
Long before atlantis there has been a praying mantis
And you knows why hes on his knees.
He may have religion but but hes just a sittin pigeon
If a woman even stars to tease.
He wont even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck, what a way to go
And now you done and torne it!
You been messin with a hornet,
Shes a blue-blood wasp, you know.
And just as you do it,
Shell inject yiu with a fluid that you aint even got but none.
Youre the meat on the plate, not even first rate,
Shes gonna feed you to her seventh son.
The queen bees story, is the power and the glory,
Of the women who have ruled alone.
Little nefertiti used to consummate a treaty
In the bad as much as on the throne
Everyone was urgin queen elizabeth the virgin,
Just to try a man but shed refuse.
Queen isabella was the one who said
This fella named columbus ought to take a cruise.
Didnt cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy
The men she held within the grasp?
The pyramids where shakin from the peace that she was makin
But she ended with a stupid asp.
The queen bee, no way, and even tho they think theyre the kings
(escatological things)
Who are they foolin? playin at rulin,
Its the queen behind the scene who pulls the strings.
So, in conclusion, its an optical illusion,
If you think thatwere the weaker race.
Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle,
And the truth is staring in your face.
The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks,
Is the one who brings home the bread.
The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle,
Need a woman just to keep them fed.
But come the evenin, were like adam and his eve,
Insidethe garden. hear the serpents sond?
Its so frustratin, when youre really into martin,
And thereaint a lovin man around.
Whoever wrote this story
Throw out the glory
Bring in the men (give me them an Ill swing)
Write me a sequel
Give me an equal
And Ill give that man
Im gonna give that lovin man
I said Im gonna give that lovin man
Im gonna give that lovin sting! zap!
