Shit Or Quit

I am done.

Finite. Syanara.

The queen of "so long motherfuxxxxa",

I wear the tiara.

I quit this relationship, 

It's uber fuxxed up.

I'm better than you in every way,

You can call me stuck up.

You are way too cocky

But can't even get your dick up.

Swore you could steal my heart,

I'm still waiting for the stick-up.

I'm starting to see the signs,

Yeah, everyone is lit up.

If you don't get it yet,

Then pay attention and sit up.

You left a sour taste,

Like babies when they spit-up.

No car, no house, no job,

Come on punk, get your shit up.

Quit tryna talk,

Bout all the bitches you can hit up.

They all look like Rosie O'Donnell,

Bitches can't even do a sit-up.

Writing cold checks with that mouth,

Time for them to get ripped up,

Starting to fold under the weight of the lies,

Come on boy, lift up.

You need to stop pretending, 

You're so fucking counterfeit,

Acting like your such hot shit,

Practically a barber with all the hairs you split.

You ain't a hard man

You need to get off the pot of shit,

Constantly bragging and boasting,

Either back that shit up or quit.