T I M E T O K I L L E M

Where′s your boyfriend Put him in it's time to kill em They got teeny tiny brains And it′s time to fuckin spill em I'm addressing bitch made men Disguising evil intent As just harmless friends When truth is You a fuckin villain I got bad news for you baby Jesus came back tonight And he asked me to tell him What your deeds is lookin like I told him big dirty dusty Wicked sick attempts to fuck me He said word knew they was crusty Don't you worry bout it They not comin up to heaven honey Trust me I am so sick Of the snakes in the grass Pokin ya heads up when you see me walk past I′m chopping ya heads up It′s facts And I mean both of them Come at me incorrect And leave with no peace of mind And a missing dick But what makes me more sick Is the shorties who want to benefit from it Taking they money Open ya legs up Getting your pussy licked Why don't you turn around and kick Those serpents Back to the streets where they came from Instead you birds Let bums run straight through ya You think that′s power I was raised by the gangsters papusas and God himself The one who check for me Is the very same one that set the planet's Bounds Everything hot I do on earth I′m doing by my fucking self So get the fuck out of my life If you not really here to help Ever since I left the womb The whole world has tried to fuck me So I'm comin heavy All you motherfuckers ugly Dick suckers Pussies pimped your soul for money You owned by a corporation Ever since I was 15 I′ve been offered rich things By men While dad in my dirty home abusing me He supposed to be protecting me Look to mommy she ain't got shit to say Older siblings yeah they up and ran away But not me fam Imma stay And plot and make plays To love all you sick fuckers In a new completely different way Poppin out the ghetto hot as shit In my Charlotte Russe You cannot pull the wool over these eyes Even if you wanted to They thinking I'm wealthy cuz I look rich right And that′s the only reason that they want to Let me keep the dick right Screaming I don′t want it I don't want a date with ya Matter fact you can′t Come into my neighborhood Years later when I peeped maturity And pimped my soul for loyalty I got dumped by my love In the same room where Malia Obama Had her first kiss It was with him His friends that own America Dm me for my opinion Asking what I think about they rolexes I say it makes me sick And feed them parables If I told you half the shit I knew I would really be scary to you I'm preparing you Your mind is small Connect with all of y′all But that doesn't mean I trust a single one of ya The runway models be mad insecure The famous rappers struggle with Just being vulnerable The hot bitches really check for me Cuz I′m the one who Teach em worth and things So rolling with a man who not respecting me I can't be seen I won't be seen I got my kids they number the sand You might not see it But I′m running this land Tell em Tell em No one girl should have all this power Imma end this bitch right here but believe me I could go for hours