(Intro) (Vinyl scratch — KRRRRT!) (Deep bass rumble… BOOM… BOOM…) Yo, yo, YO! Why your girl keep creeping on my page? (Phone notification: DING! DING! DING!) Man, what the fuck?! I ain’t coming back, bitch! I escaped that shit like a goddamn cage! (Evil laughter — HAHAHAHA!) Turn that bass up till the damn walls crack! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! (Verse 1) Your girlfriend’s always on my shit, Every damn post, every damn clip. I block one account, then another one pops, Bitch got more fake pages than a counterfeit shop! I don’t want her back, nah, fuck that deal, That relationship felt like a trip to hell. She clings so tight, Slim Shady’s got competition, I’m dodging all her texts like a high-speed mission! (Record scratch — SKRRRT!) She says I’m toxic, says I’m insane, Bitch, you got my name tattooed on your brain! Three missed calls, now she’s banging my phone, I’m trying to eat dinner, leave a motherfucker alone! (Phone buzzing rapidly — BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!) I’m out that door, got my foot on the gas, Middle finger up while I’m shaking my ass! You can keep the drama, the fights, and the lies, I’m gone so fast, leave smoke in the sky! (Pre-Chorus) Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t knock on my door, I ain’t your damn boyfriend anymore! You want my attention? Well, here’s your reply: FUCK THAT SHIT! I’M OUT! GOODBYE! (Bass drops out — silence for one beat.) (Whisper: “Good fucking luck…”) (Chorus) YOUR BITCH! YOUR BITCH! Why she all up in my shit?! I moved on, I cut the cord, Why she still stalking my report?! YOUR BITCH! YOUR BITCH! Got me laughing at this shit! I’m not coming back, no way, Tell that crazy bitch I’m gone today! (Crowd shouts: “HE’S GONE! HE’S GONE!”) (808 DROP — BWAAAAAAM!) YOUR BITCH! YOUR BITCH! Always got some shit to pick! I’m out the door, I’m off the map, Stop blowing up my fucking app! (Verse 2) Now the beat gets nasty, the speakers distort, I’m the damn punchline in a psychological sport. Bass hits hard, make the whole floor shake, Got the neighbors downstairs yelling, “FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” (Heavy breathing — HUH… HUH…) (Metal clang — KLANG!) I’m a walking red flag in a blacked-out van, Bad decisions made me who I am. Got a mouth full of curses and a head full of noise, I’m a five-alarm fire in a room full of toys! Your man talks tough, but he can’t keep pace, Got a dollar-store crown and a discount face. I talk big shit, got a big-ass grin, Whole damn circus when I walk right in! (Maniacal laughter — HEH! HEH! HAHAHA!) No romance, no roses, no candlelight, Just distorted guitars and a bassline fight. I’m the reason your playlist needs parental control, A dumpster-fire rapper with a blackened soul! (Guitar feedback — NEEEEEEYOW!) (Pre-Chorus) Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t knock on my door, I ain’t your damn boyfriend anymore! You want my attention? Well, here’s your reply: FUCK THAT SHIT! I’M OUT! GOODBYE! (Heartbeat effect — THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…) (Whisper grows into a scream: “I SAID I’M GONE!”) (Chorus) YOUR BITCH! YOUR BITCH! Why she all up in my shit?! I moved on, I cut the cord, Why she still stalking my report?! YOUR BITCH! YOUR BITCH! Got me laughing at this shit! I’m not coming back, no way, Tell that crazy bitch I’m gone today! (Crowd shouts: “HE’S GONE! HE’S GONE!”) (Distorted bass drop — BRRRRAAAAM!) YOUR BITCH! YOUR BITCH! Always got some shit to pick! I’m out the door, I’m off the map, Stop blowing up my fucking app! (Bridge) (Beat cuts. Distant siren. Slow, distorted piano.) Look… I ain’t a saint, I’m a goddamn mess, Got bad ideas and a mouth like stress. You want a fairytale? Go buy a book, I’m the final boss with the worst damn look! (Demonic chuckle — heh… heh…) This ain’t love, this ain’t fate, This is me climbing over the garden gate! No more drama, no more games, No more hearing my name in your complaints! (Drums build — BOOM… BOOM… BOOM… BOOM!) I’M. NOT. COMING. BACK! (Massive impact — KRA-KOOOOM!) (Outro) (Beat returns slower, bass rattling.) Your bitch… Still calling… (Phone notification: DING!) Oh, for fuck’s sake! (Phone gets tossed — CLATTER!) I’m going home, turning off my phone, Sitting in peace, leaving all that shit alone. (Quiet laugh.) Actually… Block that number, too. (Final bass hit — BOOOOOOM!) (Vinyl scratch — SKRRRT!) END.
