What's yo motive what's yo plan muhfucka
I don't think you really understand muhfucka
I see destiny is in yo hands muhfucka
Would be a shame if shit just hit the fan muhfucka
Who can end me not a Goddamn muhfucka
I'm not really hearing what you sayin muhfucka
Im not the type to really entertain mufuckas
And you better really watch what you sayin muhfucka
Thoughts that if spoken, should send me to the crisper
vicious thoughts of kissing her and killings in the mist
I think why men like are blessed with a sister
inconvenience of mother asking audacity to be bitter
Born with medical wit, but deep down an abuser
And she feels so alone, but he didn't choose her
Just another chick maybe even the litter of the pick
One swift lick and innocence killed quick
What's yo motive what's yo plan muhfucka
I don't think you really understand muhfucka
I see destiny is in yo hands muhfucka
Would be a shame if shit just hit the fan muhfucka
Who can end me not a Goddamn muhfucka
I'm not really hearing what you sayin muhfucka
Im not the type to really entertain mufuckas
And you better really watch what you sayin muhfucka
Thoughts that impregnate my essence with hellish intent
bodies bleeding, burning, broken, and bent
There's a bitch near my den
She's in need of a friend
Follow he through the day
To see how lonely it ends
There's only one place
For these kinds of men
And it doesn't exist
And we're surrounded by them
And the energy of the souls the were ignited by them
In the consciousness of the kids who are confided by them
What's yo motive what's yo plan muhfucka
I don't think you really understand muhfucka
I see destiny is in yo hands muhfucka
Would be a shame if shit just hit the fan muhfucka
Who can end me not a Goddamn muhfucka
I'm not really hearing what you sayin muhfucka
Im not the type to really entertain mufuckas
And you better really watch what you sayin muhfucka
