Who's gonna check on me Who's gonna check-up Tell me what I've gotta be? Who's gonna check up on me? Tell me what I've gotta be? Tell me ain't nobody gotta thing on me??
Who finna check up on me; Ain't a body could get close to bodyin' me Been through a lot of shit Papers' been exposed using some quills and ink Life has been dragged around the damned abyss
Checked in black Sheets Incoming; back to back Digitally dazed, and that's on fax Somethin's wrong; tongue has stopped spewing out facts
Baby girl crying, in the back Remorse ate at her heart how sad is that Looking like a deformed fox Creature that belongs on Mars Praying for a blanked out start
Ain't a person Would've even dared or tried To look up The baddest bitch