[Intro]
{"Next message." *BEEP*}
Um, I'm sorry, but, did I do something to you
that you are not answering my calls, returning my calls,
answering my texts, something?
I mean how did you go from completely fine to you don't wanna talk at all?
I mean, come on, what's the problem?
I need one thing done, it should not be that hard.
You'd break your leg for everybody else.
[Chorus: Darrein Safron]
I fired her, she want a bl**job back, no throwback (no throwback)
You f**in the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin)
She loco, she loco, she makin it postal (postal)
She lookin real bozo, she's sayin she missin me all on the social
That is a no-no
[Tech N9ne]
When she was interviewed
She treated big Donnie like dinner food
Was listenin to "Tha Carter IV" interlude
When she was done I was deflated like an inner tube
She was totally naked with tennis shoes
She looked up and said "Did I win or lose?"
I said "You's a winner, not a beginner"
Her name was Caitlyn, not Bruce Jenner dude
She took the s**in real serious
But that sh** got older than Sirius
Too much of me made her a leery b**h
Trippin especially the week of her period
That PMS, did not make a n***a, reinvest
in her eatin that
If I kept her workin a n***a'd be in debt
So you bein X'ed ain't no seein Tech
Before that sh** she was a good worker (yeah)
Really unique shaft and hood jerker (yeah)
Simply by s**in a n***a would burst her
into her vaginal ocean but the wood cursed her
She a sug' thirster; s**in on my sugar stick
I'm tellin you the stupid b**h could murder - a dick
My security stopped the hood merger
Now she stood further - a bit
She make my legs sway
Thinkin 'bout how she would beg, a
n***a usually paid when she said pay
My n***a she made some really good headway
She still be tryin to segway in my bed, hey
My Jon'll, jump
But I fired her even though she never had a bad head day
Donald, Trump! (Fire the b**h!)
[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs
[Stevie Stone]
Yo! When I met her, she was doubtable
She would run it back into receiver
She would drive a couple of hours to clean up the crib
Then f** me then feed me, a
type of chick a n***a thought that he needed
She would cum with right when she leavin
She love rollin me up the loud
And talk real quiet when speakin
This sh** was gravy though, kit and caboodle amazing though
Never minded the fel**tio
Got up on the town, bad b**hes come around
Get a freebie daily though
Down the line try to play me bro
Wrote down on my profiles on the soc-ials
Got to tweetin out, b**h flipped out
So I flossed mo', no more energy
I done sit the box of Frosty Mini Wheats
She replied, "Yo' a** is offendin me
Almost spazzed now, Stone you k**in me"
She's a bad b**h but she postal
Plus the penny they seen the so cold show
She's a psycho b**h up on the social
b**h I've been tryin, not to expose ya
Losin my mind... {*echoes*}
Tell me how many times
(How many times) How many times
I keep tellin yo' a** quit hittin my line?
This motion's expired... {*echoes*}
Ain't no need for any reply (uh-huh)
This here is one of the reasons
One of the reasons yo' a** got fired
Riddle that! (Fire the b**h!)
[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs
[Outro]
Donald Trump