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Grammy-Award-winning recording artist Cardi B, known for her chart-topping hits-

Now stands accused of a crime spree

That has left a trail of devastation and fear-

International rap superstar is on the run

After being linked to a series of brutal killings

Remain vigilant and report any sightings immediately

According to police, the victims-

Cardi B, who has always been a controversial-

Bloggers, journalists, and most chillingly, several female rappers-

If these allegations are true

It will undoubtedly be one of the darkest chapters in music history

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah-eah, yeah

I took that demon to the ride, I'm goin' fast (fast)

Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch? She lookin' back

I know these bitches in my shadow feel so cold

I don't think these bitches know, I want they heads

I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead

I know they heard a bitch was comin' and they scared

I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads

I want all these bitches dead

Can't compete with me, I'm not the one

I tell hos to suck my dick, they put they hair up in a bun

I let these bitches see, I shoulda left these hos with nothin'

Never smart to beef with me, what can I say? These hos be dumb

Bitches love to die young, look

The water fountain, put my toes in it, music fire, put my soul in it

My coochie and my business, these bitches love puttin' they nose in it

Tell a bitch, you better use your head 'fore I come there, put a hole in it

Like baow, baow, baow, now she can bowl with it

They say, "Cardi, you tweakin'," nah, I don't be tweakin' enough

Bitches be doin' shit, and I been letting it slide, and I don't be bringin' it up

Bitches be out here tellin' lies about me, and y'all just be eating it up

But when I drag her to hell, "Cardi, you evil as fuck"

She say my name, she getting belt, she think I'm playing, she getting belt

When we go in the store, don't touch nothing, you complain, or you getting belt

I cried 300 days last year and none of y'all called me up

And like those tears that ran down my cheek, y'all 'bout to be salty as fuck, girl

Guess who drop a thousand times and none of it's workin'?

Guess who doin' shows for damn near free and pockets hurtin'?

Guess who make sure that she play nice when we in person?

And guess who done bodied up more bitches than they surgeon? Uh

I'm collecting body bags like they purses

I don't even rap no more, I drive hearses

Bitches got some nerve and then be nervous

Ah-ah-ah, don't tell me, tell customer service

Not for nothing I'm that bitch, I look good, plus I'm thick

If you get money and you cute, then, bae, you basically my twin

You been here since "Washpoppin," then we basically locked in

You done see me knocked down nine times, still get up ten

They still mad about that Grammy, they still mad that I'm still poppin'

They still mad that they don't play her in the club and I went diamond

Hos tried rebrandin', revampin', but ain't do nothin'

Had another baby, I was pre-eclamptic, you gotta love it

Niggas tweaking, yup, in front of the world, what?

How you do a bitch like that if I'm your-, huh

I tried to come in peace, they tore me into pieces

Now I gotta R-I-P it

I want they heads

I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead

I know they heard a bitch was comin' and they scared

I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads

I want all these bitches dead

If you not my bitch, you just a bitch, then you an opp

If you with that bitch when I come get her, you gon' die

Red beam, shot, bah

Ooh, I want all these bitches dead

Gone and deceased, capisce?

No, I won't rest 'til all these bitches sleep

Lord, give me the strength, 'cause all these bitches weak

Man, I swear, I want all these bitches all dead

Enemies all begging for their life

You playing with me, won't make it through the night

I'll do more than everything, that's right

Man, I swear that I want these bitches all dead

Dead, dead

Dead, ooh