This time, I came to get mine

I saw this cat running with his hand on his nine millimetre

He's got a small peter, got two kids and a wife, plus he beats her.

Nod ya head as if my shit was the dog catcher, p-roach comin through sick

I'm gonna have to betcha my last dollar that you come on back

You getting weak in the knees while you smokin the cess

Oh yes, word to god, I know his son is the best

He helps me out when I'm down, or when I'm crazy ill stressed

I confess, I'm not as good as the rest

But I get down for my crown and I don't crack under stress

But I'll be careful though, cause the girl is memorizing

She takes off her clothes, and her body is mad surprising

Slangin, bangin, her two breasts was firm and not hangin

Listen to this rhyme that I'm slangin.

Hooked up with this girl, her name is kelly

For really, the hip hop body and a piercing through her belly

I knew she was mine when I saw her working on the line

Servin pasta and salad and she's still lookin fine

But enough of that though, I give a shot out to happy

He's partying down and getting props in this rap

See, cause I'm the type of cracker that'll get straight down to beat that you hear

It's the p-roach sound.

This time, I came to get mine

I saw this cat running with his hand on his nine millimetre

He's got a small peter, got two kids and a wife, plus he beats her.

Abused with forks, knives, cut with razor blades

That shit is absurd.

His temper's flaring, now he's twice as mean.

Now I am talking about this fool, beats his wife and then he thinks he's cool

She cries so hard, she's trembling

This time he beats her and he's twice as mean.

Abused with forks, knives, cut with razor blades

That shit is absurd.

Silence in her rage, she should recognize

Next time he is gone, she should pack her bags and leave.