Brotherly Love lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, what up? (This is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night)
[?] thought I went-, went completely soft on ya
Hah, as if!
Yo, [?] f*cking Darrel [?]
Darrel pushin' that sh*t
Yo, wassup, Derek? Gimme five, uh yeah!
Sibot, making that sh*t funky
Me an-, me-me-me

[Verse 1]
Me and my sister got this funny little habit of getting busy like bunny rabbits
sh*t I love her so much
You can look at her billy but don't touch
Unless you like the sound of your nose going crunch

If you f*ck with my sister, I'ma f*ck witchoo, huh (Yeah!)
Word, boom (Yeah, mothaf*cka!)
If you f*ck with my sister, I'ma f*ck witchoo, hah

She's so pretty
She's got the cutest little titties and the tightest little butt you ever felt
I never felt as good as that
First time she told me that I was real good at rap
She was like, 'you could make a career outta that!'
I remember at the time I was chilling with a beer on the back
Of my granddaddy's jalopy, stroking my little puppy
Then my friend Chucky was like "sucky f*cky five dollar"
So I grabbed the little b*tch by the collar
And said, what's your f*ckin problem mister?
Don't you ever lemme catch you disrespecting my sister like that ever again?
And all he said was, "oh f*ck!" as I threw him off the back of the truck
If you f*ck with my sister, I'ma f*ck witchoo (Yeah!)
Word (Yeah, mothaf*cka!)
If you f*ck with my sister, I'ma f*ck witchoo (Yeah!)

("This is the thought that wakes up me in the middle of the night
When i get older, these kids are gonna take care of me
I Wouldn't count on it")

But then I was like 'yeah, but I can't read or spell that well'
Michelle was like, don't matter jus practice sayin:
She sells sea shells by the sea shore, till you know it off by heart
Then say: one smart fella, he felt smart
Two smart fellas, they felt smart but say it real fast
Over and over and over again
Then this kid mince tried it and said it all f*cked up on purpose
And just stood there, staring at me looking real nervous
"What you go have to say that for mince
You know how Michelle feels 'bout flatulence!"
But before I could rip into this stupid little dyslexic kid
He fell down and started having an epileptic fit

If you f*ck with my sister, I'ma f*ck witchoo (Oohhhh!)
Yeah!
If you f*ck with my sister, I'ma f*ck witchoo (Yeah mothaf*cka!)
Boom! Boom! Just like that
So, what's up with the beat?
She's got the type of loving I need
Like, she'll make me something to eat
Then I'll pay her back by rubbing her feet
Now and again she'll start f*cking with me
Sayin sh*t like, "Darrel, you don't mean nothing to me"
An I'll be like, "what?" then she'll say: "I'm just playing baby you're beautiful"
You shouldn't be so manipulable
Try keeping your reactions minimal
Instead of freaking out like the real you is invisible
You know what I'm meaning, f*ck what they think
Keep em flexing in the direction of a calm reflection that's on some next sh*t
So let me f*ck withchoo!

(that a real shame when people be throwing away a perfectly good white boy like that)