I'm Not Stalking You

‘Sup, it’s me again
I’m back
Bitch, I’m not stalking you
I don’t know what you talking ‘bout
No, I didn’t follow you
No I wasn’t in your house (not me)
I abuse the coochie, ask Susan Lucci
Pay me 200 Tuesday to do me
Benny here, tell all the groupies
Make a line outside of the Ruby Tuesday
Catch Benny Troung on Ashley Madison (yeah)
Met two hoes, Ashley and Madison (yeah)
Plan a threesome it was at the Radisson (hotel)
Nah, my bad, it was at the Ramada Inn (another hotel)
Bitches had porn on, weed, and a lot of gin
I’m about to fuck the Asian Olsen twins
«Hey, Benny, did you bring the condoms in?»
No girl, but I brought deodorant
It’s going to get sweaty, it’s going to get messy (yeah)
Told them have mercy, like Uncle Jesse (hngh, hah)
They was like «Benny, you got it dude»
Bitch get the tarp, I got the lube
Hopped out the manhole covered in camo
Bandana on, monitor on my ankle
Stalking this hoe I met at the dancehall
You ain’t got a phone, oh, what, you can call
I even sent her a dozen roses
Facebook friended her cousin Rosa (‘sup)
Jerking it when she get tagged in a photo (hngh hngh hngh)
And I heard she working at the Dunkin' Donuts (cool)
Said you not here but your car’s outside (wha?)
It’s a good thing that I wore a disguise (yeah)
Walked inside, placed my order, then I
Took off my wig said «you're going to die» (dead)
She crying, sobbing, hollering nonsense
Picked up the knife told her «bitch stop talking» (shut up bitch, shut up)
Bout to pull an OJ, where’s Johnny Cochran
Slit the bitch throat then two pigs walked in
Word reaches the prophet that the cops are on his trail
«In the middle of the night one night, the Lord woke dad up and said ‘you've
got leave today'»