Lookin’ at You

[Verse]
What you want me to do? Sit around here and look at you?
Try to forget all the shit that you put me through?
Looking into beautiful faces of my daughters
Looking at you, and all I want to do is slaughter
For all the times you said that I wasn't a father
For all the times I tried to be nice but you just got bothered
Shrugged your shoulders and gave me a bitter beer, "look, now I'm hotter"
Wanna dickslap you upside your medulla oblongata
Got this dude talking bout "I wanna get in the booth with you"
Who he think he is? Superdude with all this whoop-de-whoop?
Using you as a side-dish, slipping you this sly shit
Here's my tip, say the word, bitch, I make 'em die quick
I'm no motherfucker to try to connive with
I think you know that, don't try, what you hide, bitch?
You love R&B but I jam homicide shit
And hell yeah, I still love you, I ain't gonna deny it
Lying in bed beside you, trying
Not to touch you but my hand keeps rising
Sliding closer to you, I'm dying
Flobbing hard on the inside, vibrate
Emotion, watching you put on lotion
Closing in on the motion
When your ass swings by me, I feel like groping
Throw you on the bed, then I bust it wide open
Uh, but see, it just ain't that simple
'Cause this bitch only loves ghetto fucking people
Them motherfuckers who only listen to the 'oh'
When I'm done with this, she'll be listening to the 'agh'
I mean, come on Laura, your name rhymes with horror
And you can't ignore it when my dick pitchforks ya
But of course the fact that I'm not black
Might be the reason that she hasn't gotten back with me yet
That's why I'm challenging all you motherfuckers
To a frontyard, bloody, brutal fight to the death
No rules, you can use bats and knives to the chest
I'm fucking pissed off, I really feel like slicing the neck
Of a person jamming that music, that ghetto trap music
With no lyrical content, your shit's wack and useless
And girls who listen to that R&B puke shit
Makes me want to puke, it's- motherfuck new shit
Falsified fantasy relations, you're clueless
Get up out that world, bitch
It ain't real, it's bullshit
Everything is bullshit, shit is fucking bullshit
I ain't doing this shit anymore, I need a new bitch
One who has a pussy and who knows how to use it
Not one who lays against the wall, leaving me with blue balls
So I'm using my phone to jack off to porn in the bathroom
And I have to look up a girl that looks like you, bitch
Should I use lotion or choose spit?
I gotta get my dick wet with no help from you, bitch
But these motherfuckers who can't offer you shit gets offered the clit
Get's offered the lits, get's offered the tits
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Your panties drop and you're quick
There ain't no stopping this shit, already popping the fifth
Baby out of your slit, baby, you should just get
Some birth control 'fore you spit out number 6, number 7
When junior's 8 or 11, he'll have more family members than he can count on his hands, and-
Feet, pen, pad, and paper, maybe even calculator
Why don't you do us a favour?
And get your tube tied, bitch, and stay there
'Cause I don't favor a bitch like you no more
Behind this motherfucking microphone settling the score
For this motherfucking bitch who ain't nothing but a whore