Guest House

In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house in paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers And Iron Chef just season the salmon It's coming down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad I'm on the couch hitting the chalice Checking my texts and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock on the dot Very impatient, I'm getting nervous, can't stop pacing My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no service Damn, all this over a gallon of milk Something, happened to her, somebody wig'll get peeled Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for Owls Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat Found a phone book with mad names, looked down Bow, there go Keeba, tying my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker And bluntly addressed her, 'where's my girl?' (Yeah, she ain't out here) (Last time I seen her, Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga) Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn') (Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz) (Or even shot a car, I'm getting me some Advil) (Show these motherfuckers, how Keeba love to drive stick) I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was soaked Under the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast I yelled to the Chef, yo, watch for Kayla, check the pool and the bowling alley If anything, just hit my cellular Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging Few feet from the guest house, is where I parked Hope she's OK, is what I say in my heart But something don't feel right, so is what I'm saying to God As I got closer, something ain't kosher I heard a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house, I don't think I'm suppose to Is this the end, of the Starks regime? Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo, is pounding my queen Yo, I'mma kill, yo! (Hold on, cause) (Baby, let me explain, you over reacting, that's not what it was) Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning with your legs up Eyes all red, what? Did y'all just blaze up? Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards What ya'll excuse now (Yo, cause, she said she live with her pop) (Her dude mad strict, that's why we up in the spot) (And yo, this little trick of yours, bought me a ten G watch) He reached down for his drawers, that's when I let off a shot Back the fuck up, snatched his covers Had 'em looking like the black Adam and Eve, some sinful lovers (Chill, Tone, put the gun down) How you know my name, son? (Hold on, let me explain) Yo, y'all two is done (Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, before I get rocked) (Cause real talk, is looking like you trynna let off that glock) Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my cable in, right? The FiOS nigga, and you fucking my wife? (Yeah, I put that cable in, nigga, we both got caught) (And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act like it's all my fault) (Baby, no) Mind your business (Now Kayla, don't stop him, let the sucker do what he do) (He touch me, and he finished)