Ok, Now You About's To Dance
Like Ants Was All In Ya Pants
Not Cause They Playin' Ya Jam
Because I'm Holding that hammer
I don't know what y'all planned
But what y'all should understand
Is that with all these bars
I Can't help but put hoes in the slammer
You do it for the camera
The flashy lights and glamour
I do it to be the first
Rap bitch with clothes and with talent
But that's only just half of it
The truth about the matter is
I'm pissin' on your stratosphere
To make you a lil madder, dear
Oh, bitch you disgusted?
If you're really mad
Then bust it
But the smartest thing
Would be to shut the fuck up
And just do nothing
Cause all that feeling brave
And crawling out your cage
Won't do much of anything
But names paved in the grave

Chorus:

I ain't mad at your upset-ness
That there is expected
But thinkin' bout me night and day
Come on that's just obsession
If you like to get you up and hard as an erection
I'll simply take your head
And add it to my collection


Keys talking:

You're spending way too much time looking up "Keys" on Youtube
You're looking kinda obsessed. I mean, I'm sure you have something better to do
Don't you?




Now some uh some uh some of them uh hate
But none of them want problems
When them guns up in they face
Not to say that I'm a gangsta
Really, I'm just too cute for that
All I'm saying
When there's war
We got a lot of tools for that
You be on that nice shit
I be on that knife shit
Crunching on you bitches
Like a pregnant bitch with ice chips
Ever since my freestyles
I just can't go to the mall no more
Too many people
Wanna pic like
"Aye yo Keys, you mauled that whore!"
I be like, "thanks, geez."
Look at the cameras like, "Cheese!"
Too many fans around me for a hater
That's a tight squeeze
When I spit
I'm pouring acid
Where's your pad
I'll autograph it
My bars, they are so nasty
They sounding slightly pornographic

Chorus:

I ain't mad at your upset-ness
That there is expected
But thinkin' bout me night and day
Come on that's just obsession
If you like to get you up and hard as an erection
I'll simply take your head
And add it to my collection


Keys Talking:

You know, you're spending just a little too much time trying to hack Keys's Twitter
Oh My God, I mean look at you. You've got veins poppin' outta ya neck and everything. Calm Down


Un unh, correction
I'll feed you to my set then
Bury ya bones separately
In pieces you can rest, then
Me, Smiths, and Weston
Are a mean connection
Put us altogether
You gon' need some mo' protection
Oh, these bitches fancy now?
Yeah, I see em flexin'
Till I grab a bitch out
Just to see how far her neck bend
What, you want it
Next then
What you want
A checked chin
Keys put more shots in bitches
Than Botox and Restilin


Chorus:

I ain't mad at your upset-ness
That there is expected
But thinkin' bout me night and day
Come on that's just obsession
If you like to get you up and hard as an erection
I'll simply take your head
And add it to my collection