No
Sit in that f**in' corner b**h
(No just sit in that f**in' corner and shut the f** up b**h)
Should've kept you off the internet
Just sit in that f**in' corner b**h
Shut the f** up
Verse 1
Razorblade the nipples, baby breastfeed me
I just saw your face on the TV, look at that, and they already think you're laying six feet deep
Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want the hooker back
I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her in the head
Bathed in it and played in it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout
sh**, I took a machete and dug her f**ing eyes out
Now I'm on the internet, motherf**er why not?
MySpace is my place; pick her up and tie knots
Got her on the bed playing dead, f** it then I took her to the bathtub
And made her bloody red, no matter what he said
n***a he's the ripgut, I saw him slice a n***a's dick up
And cut a n***a's b**h up, put her in the trash bag and that's that
He's on Facebook, she's in the space look
Chorus
Sit in that f**ing corner b**h!
(Where's my motherf**ing razorblade)
(Hey, I'm telling you b**h, you better take me serious)
Sit in that corner b**h!
(Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?)
(Yeah that's why you're here)
Sit in that f**ing corner b**h
(sh** you should've told him you wanted sum umm damn Christian Louis Vuittons)
Sit in that corner b**h
(Now I'm about to cut you, and heat you and beat you and eat you b**h)
Verse 2
She asked me for a cigarette, here you go b**h bet
First pull out your titties and I promise I can get you wet
After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed, cut open the score
Cold water they get their brains washed
I'm in the kitchen with the Ithaca ripping your b**hes' britches
And b**hin to get you to split the guts
Outta my mouth, I'ma get that outta my house
By cooking it and eating it and then I'm sh**ting it out
Like I do MC's, you won't find sh** all in the couch
sh** in the bathroom and sh** in the mouth
And razorblades and alcohol, sh** in the pouch
Like 50 b**hes on their period, I'm serious now
It's about to take 3 hours like ham hogs
Trust me I'm tryna feed all them kids and the damn dog
I don't wan no ransom I'm sicker than Charles Manson, and some
Like Chucky I'm cutting the bu*t cheeks