Diary of a Mad Bitch Songtext
von Boss

Shit gets deep
But in the beginning life was even worse
When I saw the shell of my mother′s soul get tossed in the back of a hearse
I just ran in the motherfuckin' house
In a outrage, yelling down the street with a 12 gauge
Mama′s motherfuckin' angel, was roaming the dark streets
Headed for danger

Then all of a sudden shit smelled funny
And things started to change, party
I was out and about coppin' them dollars
Start knockin′ motherfuckin′ heads off
That's when I met with a crew
Formed a motherfuckin′ boss

Doing crimes to make ends meet
My only thought I was having was committing a bloody tragedy
And that was the murder for the verse
I went and copped a nine, started puttin' in much work
That′s the motherfuckin' scenario
If you′re wise you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go


When you got that nigga that claim me to know
Put his head in a toilet bowl
Let my fuckin' trigger go
Boom boom, took a young nigga's life in a bathroom
And now they got me locked in a jail room
And now the worst just beginning
I got a growing theory featured a nigga they got me locked in
You shouldn′t have fucked with the bastard criminal
You never gonna front me G
I told you that in the jump street

I′m just a good girl gone bad
With a mind filled with agony, that's something that I always had
′Cause my whole life has been nothin' but a struggle
Slingin′ that cocaine, tryin' to keep it away from the 5-O
Even the Lord can′t stop me
That's why when I come to your town, I say bitch was my identity
If I gotta lay this shit once again, yo
Pull the fucking switch on this mad bitch

(You are not the child that you used to be)
(Fuck you bitch)
(You are not the child that you used to be)
(Fuck you piece of shit)
(You are not the child that you used to be)
(Fuck you whore)
(You are not the child that you used to be)
Mommy, where's daddy?


Back on the streets again, rush to the highway and pull out my mac 10
For me to get revenge it′s a vengeance
I gotta pull me some cap off in that sucker
That told on me homie, accused me as the murderer
I creep up on him real slow
Place the barrel of my big black gat right to his temple
Keep on walking and don′t say shit
I'm a born psychopath that′s not afraid to hit

Take him behind closed doors and cover his eyes with a blindfold
So wherever I took him he wouldn't know
Drove his ass to the side of the river, shoved my gat in the nigga′s liver
That's when I pulled the trigger

No bitch what are you doing?
Stop, stop! Oh!
Yeah motherfucker that′s what the fuck you get for fucking with a mad bitch

(You are not the child that you used to be)
(Fuck you bitch)
(You are not the child that you used to be)
(Fuck you piece of shit)
(Fuck you and the baby)
(You are not the child that you used to be)

(You are not the child that you used to be)
Mommy, where's daddy?
(You are not the child, you are not the child)
(You are not the child, you are not the child that you used to be)
Mommy, where's daddy?