[Produced by Mr. Len]
[Verse 1: Brewin]
Parasitic and a critic of God’s gore
You gots all of mine but why
You waits for the next to
Erase my respect
Grab the di-di*k
Just do your duties
I’m bout as insecure as you’re the immature
But you gots cooties
Telling me, felony file
Your style’s forever blaow
Acidic your rain and pour
Ignoring my pain
Like how’s the weather, whatever
I want therapy from Ron Jeremy on intimacy
f*ck her under the wind
Into men, see you later
Before the greater good for sure
Using you then cruising through your neighborhood for whores
Delorean whip, the story’ll flip
To the past, Back to the Future
Back to recruit for some masters
Nowadays I’m Michael J. Fox shook
Ya’ll style’s are crazed
But the disciples stay live
Look to the old school
Was y’all hoes too
His mom’s was a freak
But speaking of mom’s
Not for nothing, my Mom’s the bomb
A brother’s zoning
Edible better chill to spar with my father
Cease discussion
Probably gotta be my Mother’s clone in repercussion
Genetic pathetic
I’m head sick
Reaching for love
Reaching above the threshold
I’m stressed yo
What’s up hun
Atilla for real, ya skill destroying your boy
And it’s clearing out your in a ploy, corruption
Now brought
Two thousand and one chronicles
The demonical, thinking of nonsense
Linking with your diamond and guns contents
[Hook]
You ain’t sh*t to me
Cause love don’t live here anymore
That’s right, f*ck you
That’s right, n*gga
Pack your sh*t and leave
Love don’t live here anymore
Sing it
[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
Yo, if you ever find this n*gga
He’ll be dead with the fishes
At the bottom of the East-muthaf*ckin-River
Deliver him straight past the flaming gates of Hades and suffocate him
With corpses of crack babies and burning fat ladies
You bum n*gga
Vocabulary limited, primitive mind
Thinking big but only f*cking with the average di*k size
And f*ck Destiny’s Child
Put you on blast on the net
Take your picture up in AOL chat rooms for men (b*tch n*gga)
That’s right gentleman
A venomous revenge for offending a feminine, huh
n*gga, I should John Lennon you
Find a chick, pack her pus*y with heat and f*ck lead in you
Fill her mouth with razor blades and have her give head to you
I’m feeling vengeful
Thinking of acupuncture with pencils
Your body stenciled out on my single cover
Accept the murder charges
I’m dreaming of delicious spots for burial plots
Murk you then have necrophiliacs f*ck you in abandoned lots
Who’s the mack
b*tch please
Get capped in the knees like old horses
I’ll hobble you, like Kathy Bates in Misery
Chivalry, not
I’ll f*ck with voodoo and shrivel your c*ck
Take you hostage
Make you f*ck a prostitute that’s deliberately hot
Catch a clap, n*gga
Slash your f*cking limbs off so fast
That your Timbs’ stay put when your legs get tossed
You ain’t a diamond, you’s a nun-but chrome
b*tch n*gga, black hole for brains
Why’d you back and f*ck with a chick who’s deranged
Come on now
[Hook]