Blunted

My business is all in the streets and a motherfucker is seeing red
This bitch is about that sneak shit, because I let her get into my head
She fucks me to good, but there's other shit going on  
This bitch is coming or going like she likes, and always on her phone
  
Please don't get it twisted I knew that she was about this shit
But she introduced me to handcuffs, with ice and hot wax on my dick
Going to work in long sleeves and turtlenecks became my norm
Fucked within an inch of my life if and when I didn't perform
 
Just looking at her, I never saw the power in her small frame
The way that I feel when she either whispers or screams my name
I can recall every fucking lash of the whip merging me with pain
Every slap across the face as she stripped me of any shame
 
Those conversations on the phone grew louder and louder
Just the two of them bouncing a gag ball taught me not to doubt her
This bitch moved between dimension, hell I was placed on a schedule
Shit I've gotta be a good boy, if I don't want my shit rescheduled
 
And I needed it so bad, destroyed, I'm a feen for this and more  
Just one motherfucker in a long ass line, who forfeited his very core
There is no heart to receive, and the pussy is a gnawing pleasure
Darkness masquerading as light, useless emotions considered a treasure
 
Do I dare go to war, go into rehab, or fucking confront the streets
Or allow my name to ring out and accept this dam defeat
How can I fucking quit, this is the only bitch to ever make me skeet
Just before waking up, wrapped from head to toes in the fucking sheets