WEAPONIZED INCOMPETENCE lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-oh

[Verse 1]
So my n*gga's b*tching, talking 'bout "Go back in the kitchen"
Instead of beating his ass, I shut up and listen
He said my duty as a woman is to come home and bake
So he can have something made when he gets off the game
Then, I said, "Okay" (Oh)
I said "Alright, bet"
(Oh-oh) And then I went in the kitchen
And then I cooked up some meth
(Oh-oh) So here's the lesson today
So you can be set
(Oh-oh) I'm gonna get in this kitchen
And teach you how to make meth (Woah-oh)

[Verse 2]
And teach you how to make meth (Oh)
And teach you how to make meth
(Oh-oh) You're gonna take the cold medicine and extract the pseudoephedrine (Oh-oh)
Gonna mix the iodine with some sh*t that is flammable (Oh-oh)
He want a stay-at-home wife, but can't afford a table (Woah-oh)
And teach you how to make meth (Oh)
And teach you how to make meth
He want a stay-at-home wife, but can't afford a bed (Oh-oh)
And don't forget: You need to have the sulfuric acid (Oh-oh)
(Oh-oh) And if you did the sh*t right, it should smell like burnt plastic (Woah-oh)
[Verse 3]
He's in the living room chair, asking why it's taking so long
Well, damn, my n*gga! I'm just cutting it with some fentanyl
He has the nerve to ask what I 'bring to the table'
And then got mad when I put down some drugs that are fatal
And now he on some bullsh*t about 'weaponized incompetence' (Boy, bye)
Time to burn and crystallize it, don't forget your mask
This is like an episode of Breaking Bad
I'm hoping after this sh*t that he will break my back

[Verse 4]
(Oh) Now he coming in the kitchen, and he all mad
(Oh-oh) Screaming, yelling, and hollering "What the f*ck is that?"
(Oh-oh) What do you mean, my n*gga?
(Oh-oh) I'm doing what you asked?
(Woah-oh) Now run to the store and get some tiny Ziploc bags!

[Outro]
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-oh)