Bitch
F*cking bitch
F*ck you Imma grab you by the f*cking hair
Drag you in the motherf*cking mud
Kill your motherf*cking mom
Pull up with the f*cking mob
Shoot you and your f*cking dog
That's right no more puppy
F*ck you and your puppy
Playing with my hand again
Looking for the pen again
I don't understand my friend
I done lost my wife
I done lost my life
I done lost everything I own
Inside of my home
I done lost my home
It was not my home
It was not my own
It was not your turn to speak
So shut your mouth
Shut the f*ck up
Playing with my hand again
I want uncle Ben not uncle Sam
I will play the clarinet
I will maybe play your friend
Show me pictures I want BBW
Bigger bigger view
I used to view it gave my back
Guilt that was built in the back
Of my mind that I rewind
Same thing every single time
Playing with my hand again
Yes I know I'm not your friend
No I do not want to hear your friend
Playing with my hand again
Puppy
Forget your plan
No I don't have a plan
No I don't have a friend
It's just me and my hand