Shaka Zulu

Looking at myself, I see the man, ****

I'ma call it like I see it, I'ma call your bitch maid, ****

Hold up, this is not to entertain ****

I got held up at the light, reaching for my switchblade, ****

Popeye's on the spinach with a gauge, ****

If I tell you that the babysitter's dead, don't play, ****

Reach inside your pockets, dial H, ****

If you need help refreshing, don't drive this way, ****

You know I got schizophrenic tendencies

I dream upon stars and pouring gas on my enemies

If I get a check, I'm at the vet

I'm a dawg ass **** looking for a hump bitch

Shaka Zulu with the new do and the TEC

This is not a purchase, everyday life shit

I've been praying for your downfall, man

But all I see is bad bitches coming down the hill, damn

Shaka Zulu, new do and the TEC

Don't tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, you was dead

How they bring you back to life? That's a star, resurrect

She bow to her knees for forgiveness

But all I could think about was coming out of speakers

She a fun girl, living on the edge

Papa run a hedgefund, all his daughter do is give head

Said, he had it up to here, the neck

Don't you point that thing at me, it could go off up side your head

Temple to the brain, now he dead

That's a life-learned lesson, never stress over bullshit

Wasn't even her, why he did it

But he found his wife with his daughter's boyfriend, ****, damn

That's some fucked shit over sex

These bitches overrated and I judge 'em like, who next?

Temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, you was dead

How they bring you back to life? That's a star, resurrect, ****

Shaka Zulu, new do and the TEC

Don't tell everybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, you was dead

How they bring you back to life? That's a star, resurrect ****

Six weeks, had to vacate

Ain't a resident in sight, just a blitz, making sex tapes

Shoulda said that shit to my face

She gon' get me off ****, like bug spray

Bitches all fake, get fanatics, cause a raucous with a ratchet

Don't you put that on your loved ones, you are not my level pattern

This is Pacquiao and pack it, paddle faster like a Flintstone

On a roll, full of ashes, we just run you, this the legion

Zulu, it's so gone

Zulu, forever perished

Ten bedrooms in the palace

Buncha Playboy Bunnies' ears full of carats

I told y'all

Shaka Zulu, new do with the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, you was dead

How they bring you back to life? That's a star, resurrect, ****

Temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, you was dead

How they bring you back to life? That's a star, resurrect, ****

Temple to the brain from the TEC

I go temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, ****

Glory be, Lord to be

Fashion's so fucking unorderly

Move accordingly, don't order me

You point at me, more cann't afford the fee

Word Tameka hiding in the dungaries

Who claim the king, we young living like we click on the T

Lord of Rings, you order me

Theatric fairytales become extinct

Fuck the peace, suck the peace, I put a piece on my neck

'Bout the size of a complex magazine

I'm not for sale, I bought the dreams

Making art, the DaVinci, the Bentley, boost my self-esteem

Bitches cling like the chain, already you're doing the same thing

I mean, it's good to press G

I'm tryna bob and weave while you chasing me

I'm on my victory lap, can't you see?

Temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, ****

I go temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, ****