Lyrics

I tried to do right I prayed through the night He testing me lord I know we seed From that which we plant So you sow discord You the real sneak So now we got beef We not cool no more Don't want me to speak Well turn up your speakers I hit record I'm playing my cards I'm out for my cut Let's settle the score Wouldn't want me as a verbal enemy Worthy competitor Metaphorical battering ram Words like aerial cannons Like d-day I'm sieging your shore Go get you a pad Go get you a pen Cause I declare war What you wanna What you gotta Fuck wit me for I don't wanna But I gotta I declare war What you wanna What you gotta Break my heart for I don't wanna But I gotta I declare Karmas' a bitch You got bit hard Shit makes me proud I put out your bowl Stay out the house You ain't allowed Stopped giving me o's Sometime long ago Can't get me aroused Sunshine went away You're all out of Rai's Wit your little dirt clouds My mind was called evil Since I was a child So I pray for you You told me the thing That'll hurt u the most So that's just what I'll do You make your own demons And hell hath no fury Like me when I'm scorned You been warned Lord I beg forgiveness I think I'm vengeance All out of patience You get no more Go get you a pad Go get you a pen Cause I declare war What you wanna What you gotta Fuck wit me for I don't wanna But I gotta I declare war What you wanna What you gotta Break my heart for I don't wanna But I gotta I declare You pay now Or you pay later You pay in time Or you pay in paper You made some moves Off some big favors You really minor Thought you was major I was a lover You was a hater You killed the love I'm ghost like vapor Don't be mad You know I speak true (It's true) You know you missin' The freak shit I'm into (What a view) Said I'm not a Queen So I had to stage a coup (Queens rules) Now you going through the fire Call me Chaka Khan Zulu (I feel for you) Born in Boston These books don't lose No wrong words No taboos Speaking of morals I'm better than you I'm bringin' the sauce You canned Ragú Bringin' the spice You Karen's stew Bringin' the class You goin' to school Bringin' the cash You lost revenue Sit back relax You'll like the next act Shakespeare My graphics clear Spittin' our weak dick what big pussy do Birthing king what big pussy for Go get you a pad Go get you a pen Cause I declare war What you wanna What you gotta Fuck wit me for I don't wanna But I gotta I declare war What you wanna What you gotta Break my heart for I don't wanna But I gotta I declare You had a strong trooper Who truly loved you But you never had Strong kung fu Cheaters get cheated And liars get lied to Training like Neo Mental jujitsu Killing your ego Doa eq Took off my fellatio knee Pads Put on my kamikaze boots I'm Art Therapy in the sunshine While I'm reading Sun Tzu You all outta data So thot bot will not reboot It's cold and dark without me Call me Icee in the booth Enjoy the quite Cause the sunblocked you Shoulda tried talkin' to me nice Shoulda tried writing something cute
Writer(s): Eric Schell, Rai Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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