R.I.P. - XVNNiBOii Remix

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?
Honey, I can't cover up how shitty you are
I 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 about the bass or beat, you're just a 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 is no longer about you
As of now I'm resigning, you ain't reading the fine linin'
Now you acting up, a hoe
Well, let me tell you now, I'm dyin'

Oh, baby, you really think I give a shit, don't you?
Well, let me tell you: I fucking don't

And I'm sorry for your loss, but I told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Laying 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
Responsibilities? 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 about 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 guess that you've had enough, for sure you want my mouth shut
I 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 told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Laying 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 up in my cocoon, I have a spot just for you
Slide inside, do what you do
Have a taste of my witch's brew
I know you know my name because I see you in my dreams
It's Creep-P and miss JACKIE, shit's about to get extreme
The whole fucking club on lock
Get down on 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 you're 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
R.I.P, R.I.P, shit is getting so crazy
My eyesight is hazy, 'cuz Creep-P made me jump on this track
And slay the whole crowd
R.I.P, it's a bop
If you missed it, your loss

And I'm sorry for your loss, but I told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Laying 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 told you that I'd be gone
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong
Laying 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 have ended
You never cared for me at all, you just wanted all my assets