Im just so tired of these bitches with these unsubtle little jokes
Switch jugular to throat like guess what I’ll have to choke
Its pissin me off, I aint even blown my lid and busted my top
These cunts keep tempting me until theres nothin left at all.
They sit there and judge me but expect not to be judged
Ima fuckin endin you this is just honesty sluts.
Friends backstabbin, all the crack havin, ass smackin
Two-faced fucks get laced up, and abdomens cracked in.
You got nine I pack ten, feedin you full of my fists
Kickin your ass until my fuckin foots full of your shit.
These whores with three or four dicks in em at once
Quick venom with thrusts til you aint ever gettin up
Kickin their cunts until all the cum their spittin up.
How come its not enough, im kind of having fun
The time of my life and the night has just begun.
Pick the knife I like and slowly slice your fuckin tongue.
Lets see you talk shit now, yea you hot shit now
The stalkers prowl, your in my sight and your aint ever gittin out.
As soon as I sit down you start bitchin me out
What cause I dont smoke your to big for me now?
Your just so depended on weed spendin a G
To get high and try to intensen the ease
Please, your such a pathetic excuse for a bitch
How borin it gets, hearin you cry im ignorin your shit.
Man I never cared, disregardin a conscience
This is a bomb threat, kill bitches ‘for its dropped yet.
Left all of mine nine wives dead in orange vomit,
Fuck my dick im rapin the bitch with foreign objects.
You wanna call me sketchy and play games
Im bringin AK’s today to spray dames.
Invade your space, swift kick to cave your face
Rade the place if you ever again mention my name.
So the lesson today, you sluts shut the fuck up
Keep it closed til I say open up and I busted my nut
Come to think of it bitch I could give to shits
About this nuisance and the whose who bit.
Ive had it with these bad habits of crack addicts
And fat asses doin whatever for some rap status.
Cunts on a mattress, every guy at her address
Dick hangin out just waitin to get at this.
But the fact is, you hate yourself I can tell
Every mintue your in it shit feels like hell
I heel myself, bout your fuckin wounds wont close
Skimpy ass clothes, bullet holes to hoes.
Jealousy woes as the fuckin felony goes
Steppin to me no, youll get deck in the throat
Now after this song are gonna stop talkin
Stop mockin, thinkin you hot when you walk in.
Im done with the sluts,cunt hoes and whore’s
… yea right ima go til my vocals cords dont work no more
Good shit as always bro
