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]