[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Shit was all good just a week ago
Fiddled with that middle the best
Then you reject, give a little respect, like Aretha, yo
Damn
Gotta stop it, I'ma drop it if you pop it outta pocket like a pita, though
I need a ho that gon' let the cheeba grow then receive a blow
Instead of pushing me in a Living Single Latifah show
Hear me out, though
Shit be normal and then you're severely out your noodle and really groucho
Your silly mouth go illy on the milly until we shout so drill me 'til it kill me and should be outro
PMS-ing me, nothing but a demon recipe
I'm seeing that could be being a threat to me fleeing effectively
You don't get to be effing me when you wrecking me
Guessin' we on confession regressin', 'cause we in a mess debris
I'm 'bout to issue a check for you to follow connect to who you swallow or excommunicado
Into the bottle, regret, you threw the lotto in Tech, 'cause boo, ya hollow an ex, you blue in sorrow
I ain't tryna paint a dark picture
But I think that I needed a heart to heart with ya
'Bout when the spark hit ya thinkin' that your bark sicker
With that imbalance this smarty art nigga
Never been a fart kisser
I mean I can only take so much
You say some ill shit, I'm like, "Hold up"
Never fails, every month, girl, you go nuts
Snappin' right out of it like nothing and be like, "So what?"
Actin' like it ain't nothing when I'm so sick
From the cold diss that you spoke with
I'm 'bout to kick you to the curb like I'm Colquitt
Or let it roll off of me while you bringin' up old shit
Shit was all good just a week ago
Fiddled with that middle the best
Then you reject, give a little respect, like Aretha, yo
Damn
Gotta stop it, I'ma drop it if you pop it outta pocket like a pita, though
I need a ho that gon' let the cheeba grow then receive a blow
Instead of pushing me in a Living Single Latifah show
Hear me out, though
Shit be normal and then you're severely out your noodle and really groucho
Your silly mouth go illy on the milly until we shout so drill me 'til it kill me and should be outro
PMS-ing me, nothing but a demon recipe
I'm seeing that could be being a threat to me fleeing effectively
You don't get to be effing me when you wrecking me
Guessin' we on confession regressin', 'cause we in a mess debris
I'm 'bout to issue a check for you to follow connect to who you swallow or excommunicado
Into the bottle, regret, you threw the lotto in Tech, 'cause boo, ya hollow an ex, you blue in sorrow
I ain't tryna paint a dark picture
But I think that I needed a heart to heart with ya
'Bout when the spark hit ya thinkin' that your bark sicker
With that imbalance this smarty art nigga
Never been a fart kisser
I mean I can only take so much
You say some ill shit, I'm like, "Hold up"
Never fails, every month, girl, you go nuts
Snappin' right out of it like nothing and be like, "So what?"
Actin' like it ain't nothing when I'm so sick
From the cold diss that you spoke with
I'm 'bout to kick you to the curb like I'm Colquitt
Or let it roll off of me while you bringin' up old shit
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