Nicki Minaj dropped a new track, “Big Foot” in response to Megan Thee Stallion’s diss track, “HISS.”
Megan’s track contains the lyrics “These h*es don’t be mad at Megan, these h*es are mad at Megan’s Law”.
Megan’s law requires law enforcement to publish a list of s*x offenders in the community.
S*x offenders like Nicki’s husband Kenny Petty are required to register their address when they move.
After Megan’s track dropped, an outraged Nicki dragged her fellow rapper on multiple social media platforms for 3 nights in a row.
At midnight on Monday, Nicki dropped her diss track “Big Foot” mocking Megan’s foot injuries when she was shot by her ex, Tory Lanez in 2020.
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This lil’ beggin’ whore talkin’ ’bout Megan’s law
For a free beat, you could hit Megan raw
If you a ghost writer, Pardi in Megan jaw
Shots thrown, but I still ain’t let Megan score.
Most fans took Megan’s side in the petty dispute. They chastised the 41-year-old mom for throwing verbal jabs at a 28-year-old.
One YouTuber wrote: “This perfectly captures the feeling of being trapped on public transportation with a crackhead.”
Another user wrote: “Megan really dropped one line disappeared and has this woman screaming into the void for three days straight. THAT is power.”
While a third person wrote: “If Nicki acts any more like a child, her husband is gonna have to leave the house.”
Fans say Nicki doesn’t realize she’s destroying her legacy with her petty antics.
One fan wrote: “Beyonce would never.”
So far, Megan has not responded to Nicki’s rants.
See the full lyrics to “Big Foot” below.
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Been trill, been doin’ it, been at it)
Your flow is such a bore
Drinkin’ a bottle of Henny through a straw
B*tch, you better stop that dialogue (28 sh*t)
‘Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalogue
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Sigh
How you f*ck your mother man when she die?
How you go on Gayle King and can’t cry?
Chile, bye
Big foot, but you still a small fry
Swearin’ on your dead mother when you lie (Ay, yo)
This lil’ beggin’ whore talkin’ ’bout Megan’s law
For a free beat, you could hit Megan raw
If you a ghost writer, Pardi in Megan jaw
Shots thrown, but I still ain’t let Megan score (Tell ’em)
Bad b*tch, she like six foot, I call her Big Foot
The b*tch fell off, I said, “Get up on your good foot”
Uh, still ain’t topped “Red Ruby” (No, no, mm-mm)
Tryna steal the sauce, I said, “Get up out my cook book”
But really, I’m a sweetie pie
P-I-T-T-Y, but I’m P-E-T-T-Y
Um, why did you lie about your lipo?
F**kin’ your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though
You was lyin’ to the Queen, then you went lyin’ to the King, Gayle
That thirty-year-old tea, so stale
Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar
Roman, wait, that was the bar
Like a body builder, I keep raisin’ the bar
F**k you get shot with no scar?
This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Sh*t’ll get dark like chocolate
I’m ’bout to get up in your as*, b*tch, clench
Mm, yeah, sorta like French
They got you all them Grammy’s, but your flow’s still a no
What a Fiasco (Lupe)
Future made you pay (Haha)
She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbin’ on Tory toupee
I guess she needed Moneybaggs for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it
Yo, why the f**k they poke the Monsta?
F***in’ with Nicki, this year, ho, I’m comin’ like a p0rn star
She just mad that no n*gga ever loved her
No n*gga gon’ stand ten toes behind her
Is it my fault I got good vagin-er?
Why the f**k is you humpin’ on a minor?
‘Cause she was lyin’ on your dead mama
On-on your dead mama (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Lyin’ on your dead mama,
On-on your dead mama
Lyin’ on your dead mama,
On-on your dead mama
Lyin’ on your, lyin’, lyin’, lyin’ on your dead mama
