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Guest House

In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling

Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling

Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas

I walk to the house in Paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers

And Iron Chef just season the salmon

It's coming down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad

I'm on the couch hitting the chalice

Checking my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus

I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch

Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock on the dot

Very impatient, I'm getting nervous can't stop pacing

My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no service

Damn, all this over a gallon of milk

Something happened to her, somebody wig'll get peeled

Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house

Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse

Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for hours

Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower

Nope, all that is there is towels and soap

Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat

Found a phone book with mad names, looked down

Bow, there go Keeba tying my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker

And bluntly adressed her, "Where's my girl?"

Yeah, she ain't out here

Last time I seen her, Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga

Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo, nah, we took a shot of Henn'

Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz

Or even shot a car, I'm getting me some Advil

Show these motherfuckers, how Keeba love to drive stick

I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was soaked

Under the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast

I yelled to the Chef, yo, "Watch for Kayla

Check the pool and the bowling alley

If anything, just hit my cellular"

Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging

Few feet from the guest house is where I parked

Hope she's okay is what I say in my heart

But something don't feel right, so is what I'm saying to God

As I got closer something ain't kosher

I heard a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house

I don't think I'm suppose to is this the end of the Starks regime?

Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo is pounding my queen

Yo, I'ma kill ya, hold on cuz

Baby, let me explain, you overreacting, that's not what it was

Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning with your legs up

Eyes all red, what did y'all just blaze up?

Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress

Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards

What ya'll excuse now, yo cuz, she said she live with her pop

Her dude mad strict that's why we up in the spot

And yo this little trick of yours bought me a ten G watch

He reached down for his drawers, thats' when I let off a shot

Back the fuck up, snatched his covers

Had 'em looking like the black Adam and Eve, some sinful lovers

Chill, Tone, put the gun down, how you know my name, son?

Hold on, let me explain, yo y'all two is done

Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, before I get rocked

'Cuz real talk, is looking like you tryna let off that glock

Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my cable in, right?

The FiOS nigga and you fucking my wife

Yeah, I put that cable in, nigga, we both got caught

And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act like it's all my fault

Baby, no, mind your business

Now Kayla, don't stop him, let the sucker do what he do

He touch me and he finished

What nigga, hold that, eat it

Oh shit, what the fuck, you forgot your drawers

And your little tools, nigga

You FiOS mustache wearing muthafucka

Fuck you, nigga, I got you nigga

I'mma see you nigga, fucker, fuck

That's why you dive out the window

On some Jim Kelly, shit, nigga, fuck that

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