Kidnap the president's wife without a plan
Kidnap the president's wife without a plan
Yeah, I got a plan
It's etched with a knife in the center of my hand
So I guess I'm gonna have to keep my fist clenched
Walk around D.C. in the rain 'till my wares is drenched
Wait for that mothaf**a to take out the garbage
And do a press conference about what great shape this country in
And when them welfare cuts gonna begin
And when he pat his dog and kiss his wife goodbye, that's when I move in
I throw that silly hoe in a headlock
I muffle her grill so her screams stop
I whisper to her, your man ain't here to protect you, baby--he gone
I dial up my n***a Old North
Tell him meet me with the Caddy on the white lawn
I toss her in the backseat
I cover her head with a black sheet
Put the steel to her grill piece
Be like, if you don't shut up I'm gonna let two shots off in your dome piece
Watch her have fits
If she don't understand I'm gonna give the quick lesson in Ebonics
I'm gonna shoot you, baby
I take her to my hideout in the low income houses down the street
I replace her Joan & David with purple Reebok on her feet
I give her four hungry kids, no job, no ambition, no family support, and a last welfare check
I give her crappy a** Medicaid and an ill type of growth growing out the side of her neck
I tell her, fend for yourself, keep you and them shorties in proper health
Then after sufficient time on that hype
I introduce her to the crack pipe
Yeah
I let her feel its soothing effects as she tries to forget about the absence of them checks
I make her sell her j**els for it
I make her pay her dues for it
And then I'll come to her late at night
And I'll be like, yo, everything ain't gonna be alright
You ain't gonna be able to go quietly in that good night
Peace ain't come 'till your d**h be done
And then I'll lead her up to the roof, ha
And I'll show her all the sh** she don't own
I lead her over to the edge
And leave her there all alone