X On You (feat. Lil Messha)
Rare Americans
My Bellatrix, no more
Told me she don't love me anymore
I took the black Jack, packed a sack
And walked right out the door
And I could see, his belly to his eyes
Her head started movin', I thought of our first night
Ooo, ooo
Oh I can't stand the thought of you
Should put an X on you
Should put an X on you
For what you've put me through
Should put an X on you
Your Bellatrix no more
Sweeping it under the floor
Bloody fists, your tiny dick
I shoulda walked right out the door
But I was a different woman back then
I wasn't comfy in my skin
I wouldn't know where to begin
Ooo, ooo
Oh I can't stand the thought
Should put an X on you
Should put an X on you
For what you've put me through
Should put an X on you
For so long I had my limits
I can't stay in it
Going down the hole
Should put an X on you
Should put an X on you
For what you've put me through
Should put an X on you