You can’t take the heat, get ya ass out the kitchen
Matter fact, take ya ass back in there and wash the dishes
Royce Da 5’9", “Deadly Melody,” from Black Milk’s Album of the Year, 2010
You can’t take the heat, get ya ass out the kitchen
Matter fact, take ya ass back in there and wash the dishes
You can’t take the heat, get ya ass out the kitchen
Matter fact, take ya ass back in there and wash the dishes.
Put your hands where I can see ‘em, so they look like 12 PM
On the dot, see this Glock? Don’t make me give these shells freedom.
Nigga hit me on the Sidekick sayin’ he gon’ shoot me:
Soundin’ like a real groupie.
He a bitch with a heater like Lara Croft,
He gonna get his ass wet like Noah’s Ark.
Got the choppa won’t hesitate to squeeze,
Get his ass cut like a Whopper with Cheese.
Niggas’ rap albums sound like love letters,
Pen in my hand, like: damn, fam, I could do much better.