WEAPONIZED INCOMPETENCE
[Intro]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-oh
[Verse 1]
So my n***a's bitching, talking 'bout "Go back in the kitchen"
Instead of beating his ass, I shut up and listen
He said my duty as a woman is to come home and bake
So he can have something made when he gets off the game
Then, I said, "Okay" (Oh)
I said "Alright, bet"
(Oh-oh) And then I went in the kitchen
And then I cooked up some meth
(Oh-oh) So here's the lesson today
So you can be set
(Oh-oh) I'm gonna get in this kitchen
And teach you how to make meth (Woah-oh)
[Verse 2]
And teach you how to make meth (Oh)
And teach you how to make meth
(Oh-oh) You're gonna take the cold medicine and extract the pseudoephedrine (Oh-oh)
Gonna mix the iodine with some shit that is flammable (Oh-oh)
He want a stay-at-home wife, but can't afford a table (Woah-oh)
And teach you how to make meth (Oh)
And teach you how to make meth
He want a stay-at-home wife, but can't afford a bed (Oh-oh)
And don't forget: You need to have the sulfuric acid (Oh-oh)
(Oh-oh) And if you did the shit right, it should smell like burnt plastic (Woah-oh)
[Verse 3]
He's in the living room chair, asking why it's taking so long
Well, damn, my n***a! I'm just cutting it with some fentanyl
He has the nerve to ask what I 'bring to the table'
And then got mad when I put down some drugs that are fatal
And now he on some bullshit about 'weaponized incompetence' (Boy, bye)
Time to burn and crystallize it, don't forget your mask
This is like an episode of Breaking Bad
I'm hoping after this shit that he will break my back
[Verse 4]
(Oh) Now he coming in the kitchen, and he all mad
(Oh-oh) Screaming, yelling, and hollering "What the fuck is that?"
(Oh-oh) What do you mean, my n***a?
(Oh-oh) I'm doing what you asked?
(Woah-oh) Now run to the store and get some tiny Ziploc bags!
[Outro]
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-oh)
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-oh
[Verse 1]
So my n***a's bitching, talking 'bout "Go back in the kitchen"
Instead of beating his ass, I shut up and listen
He said my duty as a woman is to come home and bake
So he can have something made when he gets off the game
Then, I said, "Okay" (Oh)
I said "Alright, bet"
(Oh-oh) And then I went in the kitchen
And then I cooked up some meth
(Oh-oh) So here's the lesson today
So you can be set
(Oh-oh) I'm gonna get in this kitchen
And teach you how to make meth (Woah-oh)
[Verse 2]
And teach you how to make meth (Oh)
And teach you how to make meth
(Oh-oh) You're gonna take the cold medicine and extract the pseudoephedrine (Oh-oh)
Gonna mix the iodine with some shit that is flammable (Oh-oh)
He want a stay-at-home wife, but can't afford a table (Woah-oh)
And teach you how to make meth (Oh)
And teach you how to make meth
He want a stay-at-home wife, but can't afford a bed (Oh-oh)
And don't forget: You need to have the sulfuric acid (Oh-oh)
(Oh-oh) And if you did the shit right, it should smell like burnt plastic (Woah-oh)
[Verse 3]
He's in the living room chair, asking why it's taking so long
Well, damn, my n***a! I'm just cutting it with some fentanyl
He has the nerve to ask what I 'bring to the table'
And then got mad when I put down some drugs that are fatal
And now he on some bullshit about 'weaponized incompetence' (Boy, bye)
Time to burn and crystallize it, don't forget your mask
This is like an episode of Breaking Bad
I'm hoping after this shit that he will break my back
[Verse 4]
(Oh) Now he coming in the kitchen, and he all mad
(Oh-oh) Screaming, yelling, and hollering "What the fuck is that?"
(Oh-oh) What do you mean, my n***a?
(Oh-oh) I'm doing what you asked?
(Woah-oh) Now run to the store and get some tiny Ziploc bags!
[Outro]
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, woah-oh)