My Girl, My Wife, My Mother, My Bitch

(альбом: The Devil Never Dies - 2010)

Give me some time to drink
I'll give you some time to think
My bitch
I love you, I can never leave you

Everybody's waiting for my next move, what will it be?
What have I done? Look at what I've become
A faceless cold figure on the kick of the drum
It's what you hear in your skull, liquor and guns
I been down a road of excess and access and evil and gore
I'm back to give the people some more
Freaks and thieves, I sleep and eat with them all
From the gutter with my brothers to the streets of New York
(DMS, yes, yes) But I'm Boston's own
Around the globe with my sick and nauseous dome
Vile scriptures, pictures lost in his poems
So I'll run away, no I'm not coming home
I think I'm addicted to being addicted
I'll pick as much as I can 'cause everything that I'm seeing is wicked
My freedom's restricted by my girlfriend and my past wins
But this bitch keeps saying I'm a has-been
My wife keeps on telling me I'm alright
But I'm so late, where was I all night?
My girlfriend says that I better wrap her right
Watch your back, motherfucker, hold your weapon tight

I think you hate me, say you love me but I don't believe you
See, I was born out of your womb, I said I'd never leave you
You were supposed to be my mother in my family, baby
Ate from your titty, damn, my motherfucking city's crazy

I been working on my masterpiece with my master piece
I craft the speech over faster beats
Obviously got a peak that I have to reach
But the xanny bars got me snoozing half-asleep
When I first came out as a underdog
I could say anything I want, I could really run amok
And no one would give a fuck 'til I'm really blowing up
And my girlfriend is angry, she doesn't know enough about the industry
I rock from A to Z, now it's like every word that she say to me
She was hating me, I'm in love with her
I was hanging on the corners doing drugs with her
She says I'm not hood enough, not good enough
She's not putting up with a white boy this cocky
I got little kids looking up to my crooked stuff while she's putting up red lights beside me
Look, baby, you ain't got a thing to string me
But you always had a culture to bring me
I rap for you if you got a song to sing me
You're my queen with a crown, you can king me

I think you hate me, say you love me but I don't believe you
See, I was born out of your womb, I said I'd never leave you
You were supposed to be my mother in my family, baby
Ate from your titty, damn, my motherfucking city's crazy

My bitch
My bitch