'Bouta pop out Bitch, don't run your mouth We gon' make sure that you're not found If you fuck around Mothafucka, you'll get knocked out Bitch, it's lights out If you dissin', who let them hounds out Yeah, we in route, 'bouta kill 'em all 'Bouta pop out Bitch, don't run your mouth We gon' make sure that you're not found If you fuck around Mothafucka, you'll get knocked out Bitch, it's lights out If you dissin', who let them hounds out Yeah, we in route, 'bouta kill 'em all I'm sick of all these mothafuckas begging for attention You're a sissy little bitch Craving some type of affection You need some sympathy? I don't give a fuck, go cry 'bout it Blaming your addiction For your fuck ups, just to lie 'bout it I know you talking shit behind my back 'Cause you ain't man enough to say shit to my face But it's ok Give it 'bout a year, you'll come back again Saying that you changed I don't give fuck on what you have to say You can't stop lurking on my page Never showing love unless it has something to do with you I know it's hard for you to listen through If you ain't in it too, turn my back - you stab it Excuses of an addict Found the truth through all your habits You ain't really schizophrenic, boy 'Bouta pop out Bitch, don't run your mouth We gon' make sure that you're not found If you fuck around Mothafucka, you'll get knocked out Bitch, it's lights out If you dissin', who let them hounds out Yeah, we in route, 'bouta kill 'em all 'Bouta pop out Bitch, don't run your mouth We gon' make sure that you're not found If you fuck around Mothafucka, you'll get knocked out Bitch, it's lights out If you dissin', who let them hounds out Yeah, we in route, 'bouta kill 'em all I'm burning through the page And I'll die for fuck of it Idolizin', demonizing What you choose to make of it Every time I see you I can feel you wanna die Given what you got Being foolish with your life Bury the things You wanna let go Give the past a wave Or you'll lose your soul With the things you made You never did alone So, don't be talkin' all that crazy shit You better watch your fuckin' tone Overdriven by the thoughts of obsession Your lost in the mental games Then you blame depression Got the admission that you vibin' with guilt Actin' like you gonna end What you didn't help build Yeah