F*** Yourself

Ain't it funny how a man who's never met me

Tries to tell me what I can and cannot do with my body?

Ain't it funny how we tell our little girls, "Don't be a slut"

Like it's my fault he held me down at that party?

You'll say my dress was too short

And if I bring him to court

You'll let him off with a slap on the wrist

Until he does it again

And you have to pretend

You didn't know that he was dangerous

You know what?

Well, you can go and

Fuck yourself

I got nothing to say to you

But fuck yourself

You don't know what I'm going through

Do you have girls or a mother or daughter

Who've got something to lose? Oh

Well, fuck yourself

'Cause I ain't doing that for you

Ain't it funny how the guy who gets with every one in town

Is a baller or a king or a player

When the second that a girl gets on her knees before she's married

You go tell her that she needs a savior?

And all the mamas at work

Who don't get jobs after birth

Because the man at the top don't understand

That she can still be a mom

And have it going on

If you dare to say I'm wrong

Then you can go and

Fuck yourself

I got nothing to say to you

But fuck yourself

You don't know what I'm going through

Do you have girls or a mother or daughter

Who've got something to lose? Oh

Well, fuck yourself

'Cause I ain't doing that for you

'Cause I ain't doing that for you