Rekstarr - Stupid B!Tch lyrics

[Verse 1: Hi-Rez] Let's just tie that b**h up and throw her a** in the trunk And lets choke her till the oxygen starts flowing through her lungs For everything that you've done, I'mma kidnap all your sons And make em watch you f**ing beg for your life Now isn't that fun You a b**h with bad attentions, I hope you burn in hell Shut the f** up, stop screaming, nobody can hear you yell We in the middle of nowhere b**h, I'm surprised you couldn't tell Hoe open up your mouth, I'mma cut out your tongue b**h Then break both your f**ing knees and make you s** your son's dick Till he cums down your throat then make you f**ing tongue kiss Yay, I'm having fun, are you having fun b**h? Maybe next time, in your next life, you'll be a little nicer I pretended to get along with you, I never really liked you Hey baby can you get me some gasoline and a lighter Maybe a couple matches, I'mma set this b**h on fire Oh and something to drink too babe, I'm thirsty And maybe a bag of Cheetos and maybe some beef jerky Okay look b**h, here's what the f**'s about to happen I'mma turn the TV on and force you to watch the Kardashians Since you think that's s**y and feel like you the cla**iest b**h you a f**ing pig, I swear to god you the nastiest You're hella insecure and you're taking it out on others You're a sh**ty f**ing person and s** at being a mother I'm glad you ain't my mom, it'd be impossible to love ya I'm guessing when growing up, neither of your parents hugged ya I know you're probably wondering, why the f** am I here? And why the f** is he torturing me while strapped in a chair? And where did he get those scissors and why's he cutting my hair? You cheated on all your husbands and had too many affairs You tore a family apart, you don't even seem to care You get off just at the thought of making good people sad So I'mma cut off your limbs and put that sh** in a bag And go to the post office and mail that sh** to your dad So he can reminisce on all the good times that you had [Verse 2: Hi-Rez] Oh look my girl's back from the store with the gasoline We gon burn this place down and then we gonna leave This is exactly how I pictured it in every dream Except for the part when you got in the ring with Mr. T And I was f**ing Rihanna and Madonna in a threesome Whatever f** that, all that sh**'s besides the point Let's put an end to this sh**, I'm sick of hearing your voice Oh my god, oh my god You f**ing spit in my face I'mma light a match and drop it f** you, I'm leaving this place, b**h