Now all you ho's listen up to what I'm saying
Regardless of the consequences Bun B ain't paying
You're laying in my bed and dead center's what I'm looking fo'
Let me get this nut and you can get your ass to booking ho'
Don't cook no breakfast and don't cook me no lunch
You ain't nothing but another little banana in the bunch
Catch the metro home or you can walk like a bum bytch
You ain't worth a John, break this rock and catch a crumb
Yeah I nutted in you bytch, you got a problem with it?
See I left some on the bed too, you can go and get it
This bytch is tryna game on a trill ain't it funny
You know them trill ass nikkas ain't bout giving up no money
I see you starting to get a little belly on you bytch
You two months swolle with that old seven month bytch
I hope your nikka ready for the bills he bout to get
Best not send no papers my way ho' cuz I ain't paying shyt
If anybody ask me bytch, I ain't even done it
Rather feed a feign a crumb and punch yo ass in the stomach
Cuz from my point of view get your ass out my face
Next time around tryna catch a fukking rape case
Cuz if it's mine or not, you can raise up off my dikk
Better sign up for some food stamps, welfare or the WIG
Cuz child support I can do without
Here's a fork and butter knife, cut it up and shyt it out
The motherfukker ain't mine
The whole song is HOH savagery..
