[Chi-Chi] [Verse 1]
I'm done with looking at your face and sorting your shit
I'm not your fuckin' mortician
Just clean yourself up, you bitch!
I'm through with sewing up stitches
And endin' up in your ditches
You left me rotten, forgotten
And now you think I owe riches, bitch?!
Honey, I can't cover up how shitty you are
I tried to help you out, embalm you
But you ain't goin' far!
Oh baby, stop now!
You're gonna drop now!
And I ain't talking bout the bass or beat...
You're just a thot now
Honey, I'm done holdin' out for you
And I ain't bringin' more clout to you
You can shout and pout and doubt
But baby, this no longer about you
As of now, I'm resignin', you ain't reading the fine linin'
Now you actin' up, a hoe
Well, lemme tell you now, I'm dyin'!
(Oh baby... You really think I give a shit don't you? Well, let me tell you... I fucking don't.)
[Creep-P] [Chorus]
And I'm sorry for your loss
But I told you that I'd be gone!
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong!
Laying down up in my casket
While my girls hittin' some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatches!
[Verse 2]
Fool me once? Shame on you
Fool me twice? Shame on me
There's no agree to disagree
Best know I'm ending your killing spree
Responsibilities? Be damned
Everything's at their command
Is it about them? Banned
That's it. I'm about to go ham
I told my best friend that if they fuck up again
That they need to understand about what they said
They screamed: "What's next?"
And laid my body to rest
As if I cried to them and wanted nothing but their death
I guess I'm really fuckin' up
I guess I really fucked you up
I guess that you've had enough
For sure you want my mouth shut
I keep talking while you're crying
Is this my cue to start dying?
My words? My obituary
What's said? You're not even ready
I guess I won't lie
Unless it's now my time
It's unfortunate to go now, see the other side
Your screams are why I hide
Your threats? Are to say goodbye
Unless I apologize...?
Good for me, I'd rather die!
[Chorus]
And I'm sorry for your loss
But I told you that I'd be gone!
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong!
Laying down up in my casket
While my girls hittin' some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatches!
[Creep-P & Chi-Chi]
And I'm sorry for your loss
But I told you that I'd be gone!
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong!
Laying down up in my casket
While my girls hittin' some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatches!
[JACKIE EXTREME] [Verse 3]
Wrap yourself up in my cocoon
I have a spot, just for you!
Slide inside! Do what you do!
Have a taste of my witch's brew!
I know you know my name because I see you in my dreams...
It's Creep-P and miss Jackie...
Shit's about to get extreme!
The whole fucking club on lock
Get down on the floor unless you wanna get popped
Jackie Extreme demands the whole club on the floor
If you wanna survive the night, you better do as you're told
I'm a crazy-ass bitch, and I know what I want
It's a Louis Vuitton bag and coats of chiffon
And, ladies if you agree: raise your hands!
It's Creep-P and Jacqueline, you have to stan
R.I.P., R.I.P., shit is gettin' so crazy
My eyesight is hazy
Cuz Creep-P made me jump on this track
And slay the whole crowd
R.I.P., it's a bop
If you missed it...? Your loss!
[Creep-P] [Chorus]
And I'm sorry for your loss
But I told you that I'd be gone!
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong!
Laying down up in my casket
While my girls hittin' some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatches!
[Creep-P, JACKIE EXTREME & Chi-Chi]
And I'm sorry for your loss
But I told you that I'd be gone!
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong!
Laying down up in my casket
While my girls hittin' some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatches!
And I'm sorry for your loss
But I told you that I'd be gone!
I'll rest in peace, singing our song
Writing lists on why you were wrong!
Laying down up in my casket
While my girls hittin' some acid
Now you're crying with a passion
Like you're not one throwing hatches!
[JACKIE EXTREME]
Oh god! Look at that cunt go! Jesus
If you don't shake your ass with JACKIE EXTREME...
I'm gonna fuckin' scream! I'm gonna fuckin' scream!
[Creep-P]
Now I lay here in my basket
Thanking God that we have ended
You never cared for me at all
Creep-P, for a long while, had to deal with lots of their fans claiming their content as their own, much to their frustration. Because of this, they decided to take action and they would do things such as deciding not to release the majority of the instrumentals of their songs to the public and warning other people not to reupload and/or modify any of the content they produce, etc.
“Killing spree” refers to how they have hurt other people in the past (likely by mental manipulation but it could also entail physical harm) and continue to as they have with the singer, yet the singer is the first, or first successful, to call them out and expose them
Morticians typically over see the dressing and embalming of corpses before they are placed in a coffin in preparation of a funeral. By the singer saying they aren’t some one else’s mortician, it is a way of saying that they are dead to them, and they have been expected to help (or as said later, have tried) the person they are speaking to.
An almost direct reference to the earlier line of not being their mortician, as embalming is an action done by a mortician to a corpse. This line states that they have attempted to help, but they now recognize that the person they are singing to should be responsible for themselves and not rely on the singer.