Hey Mister Mister

Last week, I beat my bitch up in the street for lyin' to me

She thought she caught a cutie, but didn't know the **** knew me

He said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear

All a **** could do was try to act like he don't fuckin care

I was about to drop the hammer on this ****

'Til grip pulled out his wallet and he had my bitch's pictures

That undercover lover bullshit was now discovered

Can't wait to see this bitch, 'cause I'mma beat her ass in public

I went to her sister's house, drove by her momma's

I even stepped to Poppa Duke's house to bring the drama

Looking up the block, yeah, hold up, yeah, there goes that bitch

From a mile away, yo, I could tell my bitch is switched

So I ran up on her, "Hey, wassup, bitch, I got a question, 

If you lie, this Smith and Wesson gonna teach ya ass a lesson

You ever fucked around on me before?" "Hell no!" {*smack*}

"Yo, what you hit me with that gun for?!"

"Bitch, why you lyin'? Bitch, you've been cheatin'

Now I gots to give your motherfuckin' ass a beatin'"

I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach

Take off all my motherfuckin jewelery, bitch runnin'

I stomped her, and I kicked her, and I punched her in the face

Some people crowded around, but nobody got out of place

Don't want heroics, "Hey buddy" "Aiyyo, money, don't get in this"

"Hey, miss, you alright?" "Motherfucker, mind your business!"

I'm bashin' her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger

But a **** got to hit her 'til I see her face get bigger

I'm sick of all the bullshit, tired of all the nonsense

So I pistol whipped the bitch 'til her ass fell out of conscious

Now she's all bloodied up, layin' in that red shit

Bitch press charges, I guarantee you she's a dead bitch

The first time you play me is your last

So, yo, don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass

"Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?"

"Hey, mister mister" "Keep walking past!"

"Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin?"

Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass!

I'm baggin up mad shit, puttin' it on the street

I never snorted, but I find myself shorted every weekend

Shit is disappearin' and I'm lookin' for the logic

Of why my shit gets lower every time I count the profit

It never fails, again these bitches' drawers, they go back up

One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that shit adds up

So I'm layin' for the traitor

So I can put foot in they ass 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' bitch hater!

So I'm peepin out the spot for a week

If I catch one of these bitches stashin' bread, she'll be dead meat

I took one to the bath and tried to knock it

Feelin' on her ass, "Hey, yo, bitch what's this in your pocket?!"

"Aha – finally caught your ass!"

The bitch had my cash, I rolled up inside her stash

She started coppin' a plea, but I ain't really tryin' to hear her

I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror

I threw her right on the ground, and then her skirt revealed her panties

Now a ****'s ready to shove his dick up in her fanny

I hit the bitch like one more time, and then I just said fuck it

Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her suck it

I'm rammin' my dick inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke

Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot cum down her throat

I beat her and I dissed the bitch for tryin' to steal my cash

So, yo, don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass

"Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?"

"Hey, mister mister" "Keep walking past!"

"Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin?"

Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass!

"Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?"

"Hey, mister mister" "Keep walking past!"

"Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin?"

Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass!