R.I.P. (feat. Chi-chi & JACKIE EXTREME)

Текст песни Creep-P - R.I.P. (feat. Chi-chi & JACKIE EXTREME)

I'm done with looking at your face
And sorting your shit
I'm not your fucking mortician
Just clean yourself up you bitch
I'm through with sewing up stitches
And ending up in your ditches
You left me rotten, forgotten
And now you think I owe riches bitch?

Cause honey I can't cover up just how shitty you are
I've tried to help you out, embalm you
But you ain't going far
Oh baby, stop now
You're gonna drop now
And I ain't talking bout the bass or beat
You're just thot now

Honey, I'm done holding out for you
And I ain't bringing more clout to you
You can shout and pout and doubt
But baby, this no longer about you
As of now I'm resigning
You ain't read the fine lining
And now you acting up, a hoe
Oh, lemme tell you now I'm dying!!

Hahaha...
Oh baby, you really think I give a shit don't ya?
Well lemme tell ya!
I FUCKING DON'T!

And I'm sorry for your loss
But I'd told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Layin' down up in my casket
While my girls hitting some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatchets

Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on me
There's no agree to disagree
Best know I'm ending your killing spree
Responsibilites be damned
Everything's at their command
Is it about them? BANNED
That's it, I'm about to go ham

I told my best friend that if they fuck up again
That they need to understand a bout what they said!
They screamed 'What's next?' and laid my body to rest
As if I cried to them and wanted nothing but their death

I guess I'm really fucking up
I guess I really fucked you up
I'm guessing that you've had enough
For sure, you want my mouth shut
I'll keep talking while you're crying
Is this my cue to start dying?
My words, my obituary
What's said? You're not even ready

I guess I won't lie
Unless it's now my time
It's unfortunate to go now, see the other side
Your screams are why I hide
Your threats, are to say goodbye
Unless I apologize
Good for me, I'd rather die

And I'm sorry for your loss
But I'd told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Layin' down up in my casket
While my girls hitting some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatchets

And I'm sorry for your loss
But I'd told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Layin' down up in my casket
While my girls hitting some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatchets

Wrap yourself in my cocoon
I have a spot just for you
Slide inside, do what you do
Have a taste of my witches brew
I know you know my name because I see you in my dreams
It's Creep-P and Miss Jackie, shits about to get extreme

Whole fucking club on lock
Get down to the floor unless you wanna get popped
Jackie Extreme demands the whole club on the floor
If you wanna survive the night
You better do as your told

I'm a crazy ass bitch and I know what I want
It's a Louis Vuitton bag and coats of chiffon
And ladies if you agree, raise your hands
It's Creep-P and Jacqueline, you have to stan

RIP RIP, shit is getting so crazy, my eyesight is hazy 'cause Creep-P made me
Jump on this track and slay the whole crowd
RIP, it's a bop, if you missed it - your loss

And I'm sorry for your loss
But I'd told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Layin' down up in my casket
While my girls hitting some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatchets

And I'm sorry for your loss
But I'd told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Layin' down up in my casket
While my girls hitting some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatchets

And I'm sorry for your loss
But I'd told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Layin' down up in my casket
While my girls hitting some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatchets

Oh GOD!
Look at that cunt go!
Jesus!

If you don't shake your ass with Jackie Extreme
I'm gonna fucking scream
I'm gonna fucking scream

Now I lay here, in my basket
Thanking God, that we've ended
You never cared for me at all
You just wanted all my assets