Die Slow

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane] I was all alone Sitting with the 40 and I get to Reminiscing, checking message on my phone As I get to look and seeing what it was, I get to dreaming Cause it was the bitch and she was saying she was gone!? Wait, hold up, what you talking 'bout? I must've heard you wrong! Is you fucking with a nigga? Bitch, I really up and kill him! Then I get to finding out when I was on the road that you was out there Being home and bringing niggas 'round my children (Around my motherfucking kids?!?!) Bitch, you really got some nerves, like you really never heard Of the words that I say inside a verse, I will curse you Nobody fucks around on my emotions You was thinking it was funny, I will put you in a hearse! And I made a voodoo doll and it was looking like you, really But you must think I am silly, I am serious to death... Do us part, don't let me start on all that wicked shit I bring the gloom and doom onto you if you ever fucking left... Standing over you when you're asleep at night I'm 'bout to put a knife up in your chest What you really thought, that you can go and fuck a nigga and there'll Be no repercussion, but you really think you're blessed? Did you really do the sex? Did he make you cum, get it from the back? Did you suck his dick, like you do me? So you got to gobbling, prob'ly with swallowing, fuck him and feed him Now you're wishing that you never knew me Cause I really fucking put you in a horror movie When they ask who hit it, tell them Black Widow did it Fuck your life, I'd take it with my hands, if I could But I really think, I should put a scalpel up in it And I'm finna just take his Adam's apple and split it But, if I really did it, then the music is gone And, I don't want to fuck around and lose my career For a stupid ass bitch, so I put it in a song But, what about your motherfucking kids and the stories They be telling me about the niggas you're sucking at night? You be thinking they be sleeping, when they really peeking at you While you're on your knees, sucking random niggas' pipes Walk up in the room, it's your doom, hit the lights With the twist of my knife, you'll be laying in blood Brains in my fitted, I remain hella wicked Put a bullet in my chamber, put a bitch up in the mud Die slow! [Outro: Twisted Insane] He told me that his motherfuckin mommy was on her knees Kissin' this other mans pee pee Bitch i gotta sit here and listen to this type a shit at night?! Shit, what type a motherfuckin shit that- the fuck is wrong with you bitch? What the fuck is wrong with you!? And you actin like this shit is all good and shit, and like this shit is all non shilant like everything is cool and shit you know that? Do you think you can go around and do shit like this without- motherfuckin cussion? Do you think you can do this type a shit without- I'm on a motherfuckin roll and this is the type a shit gotta get when i come home You a foul ass bitch, I'll take anything in my motherfuckin power to come over there and cho- and kill yo' motherfuckin ass bitch You havin all types a random ass niggas around my motherfukin kids?! AROUND MY KIDS BITCH!?!?!? [?] (Die slow....)