Ghetto Rendezvous

[Intro]

Rendezvous, I Guess It's Time For Another

Awwww Look At What You Muthafuckas Done Did

Y'all Done Pissed Off

Yeah What Up Sis, I Hear You Out There

You Know You done Fucked Up

I'm Glad Y'all Set It Off

You Prolly Mad Because You Can't Eat Off Me No More

Don't Wanna Hear You Crying Or Offer You No Dough

You Tried To Make My Life Shabby

With The Zodiac Sign Of The Cancer You Crabby

Plus You Got Away With Murder Twice (Nice)

Just Like That Nigga That's On Thin Ice

(I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous)

I Hate You So Much It Shows

I Hate You More Than Michael Hated Joe

And Your Son Looks Like A Fuckin Al Qaeda

I'mma Call Him Whop Daddy Cause His Chin To The Side

Now That's The Mark Of The Beast

You Had A Game In 1977 To Say At Least

Your House Is Full Of Mole

Body Full Of Yeast

I Bet You Baking A Loaf Of Bread Down Between Your Cheeks

You Stanky Little Rodent

Yeah Bitch, You Molded

You'll Never See Your Brother

That's Why Your Love Carroded

Emphysema All In Him

You Can't Hold Nobody

Ain't No Toxins In Your Venom

You Just A Grand Momma In Denom

Looking For Some Little Kids To Put Some Shit Up In Them

(Maybe It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous)

The Problem Is You Ain't Have No Fuckin Loyalty

And The Only Thing You Wanted Was My Royalties

You Stole A Car And A Bike From Me

Looking Back I Was The Caretaker Of A Dummy

And That Husband Of Yours, You Dumb Witch

Was Still A Husband Of Hers You Stupid Bitch

You Never Acted Your Age

You Only Came To Embarass Me Out In Public For Days

That's Why Little Clarity Pays

You Got The Boot

Now I'm Chipping Like Frito Lays

Rest In Peace To My Niece At Least

When She Was Lying In State

She Had A Grin On Her Mouthpiece

Now What That Tell You About You

You Disturb To The Curb

And It's Better Without You

(I'm Coming Strapped To Another Ghetto Rendezvous)

Fat Boy Know You Really Been Dummin

Going Over Peewee house showing off your Triple Stomach

With A Strap In Your Waist

Now What You Gon Do When You See My Face, I Doubt It

I'm Tired Of Playing With You Cocka Roaches

I Gave You Bitches Life And Trust And You Studders Broke It

Cause You A Muthafuckin Sex Offender

Put Some Honey On Your Dick And Put It In A Blender

They Caught You Fuckin On Your Sister's Daughter

That Some Setual Shit, Get The Holy Water

Compton Alumni A-No Go

Nigga You Really Passer For Robos

Upstate in Y.A. Without Your Homeboys

Cheeking Each Other Butts Making No Noise

(I'm Taking Off When I Hit The Ghetto Rendezvous)

If I Bought You Equipment And Sold It, That's On You

Help You Get Into A Home And Lose It, That's On You

You Niggaz Acting Like Babies

You Feeling Entitled To Another Man's Money, That's Crazy

While I Get Sane, And Schizophrenia

And Struggles With Love And Money And Happiness You Get Plenty Of

While I'm Staying Fly Like Laguardia

I'm A Guardian, I'm The Ardista

I'm The Flyiest MC That You Ever Heard Om The Norman Microphone, Muthafucka That's Word

Now Give Me The Mic And Let Me Be Heard

Cause I Be Quitting Surely, I Am The Shep-erd

Now What You Know About My Lyrics And Style

I Got A Clico Backwash Fly We Wild

(I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous)

[Outro]