[Phone voicemail]
The first time, you lowered me to your door outside or something
Wait, I'm still kinda fucked up about you
I'm looking back, and my feelings are still in the past about you, okay? Fuck you!
This is my response, this is my reaction to what is your reality
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Real killas move in silence
Quiet storm, such a tyrant
Murderer stays vibrant
At 5'2", she's a giant
Anger breeds defiance
When she's on, no compliance
'Cause her demon needs violence
Don't give her no love, never wanna fold up
Then you better hold up, 'cause she cray!
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
You're just a shady bitch, on the daily on some crazy shit
Don't fuck around with a lady, it'll be a blaze where your Mercedes sit
Eighty-six the baby bit, you don't wanna run into my radius
Maybe get you rabies sick, and the gravy is (Ain't that about a bitch!?!)
When you date the girl and you mate the girl
And she fuckin' with another man'll make you hurl
She methodical with a chain and gonna break ya world
Taste the barrel of a shotgun, aught one, in the head nigga not fun
But you really wanna pop some
Put the Yak in the belly and he drops when he got done
Your imagination, kills you when it's so bad it's aching
And what's your status? Hatin', a whole lotta aggravation
'Cause she's kickin' it with this rapper, and that rapper
And that factor get a gat clapper
Gotta mash after with a blast at her! [*gunshot*]
Silly bitches don't consider your feelings
They make you think the lovin' is real when you chilling
But when you turn away, she gets to illin' with another nigga
Prolly drilling for real and you know his music and he know yours too
Ain't no limits to what your whore do
Pillow talking with her no more true
Lovin' when I catch up with 'em, bro you're through!
The first time, you lowered me to your door outside or something
Wait, I'm still kinda fucked up about you
I'm looking back, and my feelings are still in the past about you, okay? Fuck you!
This is my response, this is my reaction to what is your reality
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Real killas move in silence
Quiet storm, such a tyrant
Murderer stays vibrant
At 5'2", she's a giant
Anger breeds defiance
When she's on, no compliance
'Cause her demon needs violence
Don't give her no love, never wanna fold up
Then you better hold up, 'cause she cray!
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
You're just a shady bitch, on the daily on some crazy shit
Don't fuck around with a lady, it'll be a blaze where your Mercedes sit
Eighty-six the baby bit, you don't wanna run into my radius
Maybe get you rabies sick, and the gravy is (Ain't that about a bitch!?!)
When you date the girl and you mate the girl
And she fuckin' with another man'll make you hurl
She methodical with a chain and gonna break ya world
Taste the barrel of a shotgun, aught one, in the head nigga not fun
But you really wanna pop some
Put the Yak in the belly and he drops when he got done
Your imagination, kills you when it's so bad it's aching
And what's your status? Hatin', a whole lotta aggravation
'Cause she's kickin' it with this rapper, and that rapper
And that factor get a gat clapper
Gotta mash after with a blast at her! [*gunshot*]
Silly bitches don't consider your feelings
They make you think the lovin' is real when you chilling
But when you turn away, she gets to illin' with another nigga
Prolly drilling for real and you know his music and he know yours too
Ain't no limits to what your whore do
Pillow talking with her no more true
Lovin' when I catch up with 'em, bro you're through!
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