di*k Up Out My b*tch lyrics

I pulled my di*k up out my b*tch 
So I could come deal with your sh*t 
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 f*ck with me 
He would put the hammer down quite literally 
And have older teens beating feet, retreats 
So don't dare anybody try to f*ck with mine 
I'll Mountain your Viper, push out your eyes 
And p*ss 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 pus*y so divine 
And I got less and less patience 
For anyone who takes my time 
Away from gettin' my di*k wet 
And cuddlin' up in the bed 
So interrupt me in that state 
And sucka, you're already dead 
I pulled my di*k up out my b*tch 
So I could come deal with your sh*t 
So make it quick, I gotta split 
And get back to producing kids