I pulled my dick up out my bitch 
So I could come deal with your shit 
So make it quick, I gotta split 
And get back to producing kids 

Get up online and I read three lines and my mind's 
Already clocked overtime 
Into overdrive, cause your punk ass mouth 
Ran a few more sounds than probably it should have 
Now I'm gettin' too mad, fumin' like my own dad 
Back when other kids tried to fuck with me 
He would put the hammer down quite literally 
And have older teens beating feet, retreats 
So don't dare anybody try to fuck with mine 
I'll Mountain your Viper, push out your eyes 
And piss on your brain because I'm insane 
And got nothin' left for you punks but hate 

The only thing that ease my mind 
Is that the pussy so divine 
And I got less and less patience 
For anyone who takes my time 
Away from gettin' my dick wet 
And cuddlin' up in the bed 
So interrupt me in that state 
And sucka, you're already dead 
I pulled my dick up out my bitch 
So I could come deal with your shit 
So make it quick, I gotta split 
And get back to producing kids