Drop The Load Wit Tha Quickness

I can't picture the little fuck callin me daddy
Beggin me for money with his nose all runny
Pukin up baby food on me
Because I like to hang out, talk shit, and crack a 40
Now I gotta get a job, and I can't go out
Lookin at a bitch I couldn't give a fuck about
I ain't ready for the shit
But the stubborn ass bitch won't get rid of it
Now I gotta plot and schemin and act shady
I'd kill em both but she gives good pussy
Try to take it to the clinic, step one foot in
She starts cryin and carryin on like a little bitch
So what's left?
Pull out the gat, one slug to the belly, one to the chest
Cause I couldn't give a fuck about a baby
They cute and shit but that shit just ain't for me
I take that little bastard out
And if she has the monster I'm just gonna break out
And leave her and that little fuck behind me
Huh, and they ain't never gonna find me
Cause a killa suck ya dry like a viper
Can't picture Loco tryin to clean a shitty diaper
Fuck that, I ain't havin this
I stomp the bitch and drop the load with the quickness

Drop the load with the quickness
I drop the load with the quickness
Drop the load with the quickness

No more homies, no more fun
Now I gotta feed three instead of one
It's a god damn shame, all my green
Has to go to some fat bitch layin up in bed thinkin she's a queen
Every night I'm havin visions, wakin up in a cold sweat
About slashin her fuckin neck
It's fucked up man
I can't do shit, I might as well be in the state pen
Now it's Daddy Loco
A dumb motherfucker that didn't bag his peaches
And when does it end?
First one kid, two kids, five and then ten
And when they're young you can't control em
Only 18 and walkin around with a stroller?
Nah, I ain't havin it
I need to get the nine and the clip
Or a bat or a big sledgehammer
Cause the bitch done hit all the hangers
I ain't frontin, I do the hundred yard dash
And I keep runnin leavin no note and no money, no nuttin
And I ain't stoppin
Next time she sees me it's on the back of a milk carton
Fuck that, I ain't havin this
I stomp the bitch and drop the load with the quickness

Drop the load with the quickness
I drop the load with the quickness
Drop the load with the quickness

Ninth month and she's almost ready
Got a backpack for her and another one packed for me
And as soon as that bitch is in a wheelchair
Fuck signin papers, I'm out of there
But until then brother
I gotta play the role and make believe that I love her
You fellas know what I mean
Like goin to the store for some pickles and some ice cream
And what about the nights I wanna fuck?
I can't jump on it cause the fat pig makes me wanna vomit
So I say I'm goin out to find a job
But I'm really goin to the other side of town to get my knob slobbed
I be hopin and prayin that it looks like another man
The mail or the milkman
But the dream is shattered real quick
Cause the fat cow's on my dick
Four in the mornin, here we go at last
And I couldn't help but think how Lady Luck shoved a foot in my ass
Threw her in the car and I farted
As my whole life's about to be flushed down the toilet
I make believe I lost control
And wrapped my vehicle around a fuckin light pole
We both lived but she lost the kid
I stomp the bitch and drop the load with the quickness

Drop the load with the quickness
I drop the load with the quickness
Drop the load with the quickness

Drop the load with the quickness
I drop the load with the quickness
Drop the load with the quickness
Drop the load with the quickness