VERSE 1:
twelve haters just a waitin their turn
twelve fearers that are fearing my burn
twelve victims of my calculated rage
twelve jeerers just invaded my stage
REFRAIN 1:
ooo
baby what can i do for you?
well did you hear from them too?
do you want nothing to do?
VERSE 2:
twelve bottom feeders ready to eat
twelve lionesses lying in heat
twelve negresses are singing the blues
twelve baby boys with nothing to lose
REFRAIN 2:
ooo…
mama where will you be?
(well when i’m up on that cross)
will you be waiting for me?
we’ll all be waiting to see…