Intro
Oh no,
Okay Agamemnon, your wife is crazy,
I mean she be straight tripping and she want to kill your punk ass,
You know what I’m saying?
So look out!
Chorus
Watch out, Agamemnon, here goes,
That bitch, Clytemnestra, she knows,
Exactly how she’s gonna kill ya,
Yeah, that bitch is gonna kill ya,
Watch out, Cassandra, girl, you’ve seen,
But no one believes the prophesy,
You know that she’s gonna kill ya,
Hell, that bitch is gonna kill ya.
Verse
Uh oh, you done pissed her off,
Agamemnon, you gone and risked it all,
You gotta know that she didn’t want a dead daughter,
That’s not the reason that she got her,
But now I gotta tell you what’s up,
Your wife’s gonna kill ya, I know it sucks,
You gotta realize, what you did wrong,
Muthafuckas think that they get their own song,
Uh oh, you don’t see the signs,
She rolls out the carpet and you step in time,
Use signal fires, well, get some eyes,
I got a list of warnings, and damn, they tie,
Together like no other, now, understand my brother,
Whether or not you’re king, you’ll sing covered in blood,
You say, “I’m struck a deadly blow deep within,”
Whatever, muthafucka, you saw it coming.
Chorus
So I say, watch out, Agamemnon, here goes,
That bitch, Clytemnestra, she knows,
Exactly how she’s gonna kill ya,
Yeah, that bitch is gonna kill ya,
Watch out, Cassandra, girl, you’ve seen,
But no one believes the prophesy,
You know that she’s gonna kill ya,
Hell, that bitch is gonna kill ya.
Verse
Uh oh, now girl, heads up,
You know what’s going on, so Cass, stand up,
Don’t pity yourself, tell Agamemnon,
That his crazy bitch got her thing on,
With another man, he’ll plan to kill that ho,
Hell, they’ll believe you, fuck Apollo,
A punk ass god that can’t do shit,
So articulate your hate for that bitch,
Uh, oh, forget fate, you know it don’t exist,
I create new paths with my fist,
A mic in my wrist insists you speak up,
Clytemnestra, you gonna die, what?
So stop whining about your fate and change it,
‘Cause you not doing anything is strange shit,
You came with the ending in your head,
So step up, Cly’s gotta die in the end.
Chorus
So I say, watch out, Agamemnon, here goes,
That bitch, Clytemnestra, she knows,
Exactly how she’s gonna kill ya,
Yeah, that bitch is gonna kill ya,
Watch out, Cassandra, girl, you’ve seen,
But no one believes the prophesy,
You know that she’s gonna kill ya,
Hell, that bitch is gonna kill ya.
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