Hook:
TV is trouble waitin’ for ya
You need to kut it off,
That song ain’t nothin’ good for ya
You need to kut it off,
That friend wit benefits can’t love ya
You need to kut it off,
The head you thinking wit ain’t right,
You need to ehhhh…
Well it might not be the best idea to kut it off,
But if your ways keep on they’ll kut you off,
Satan wants to use sex to knock you off,
Keep doin’ it the wrong way,
I guarantee that you’ll pay,
And at the end of the day you’ll be sayin’
You wish you had kut it off
Verse 1:
Is it a game man?
Ain’t nobody got no shame man,
Everybody’s wild and untamed man,
Every man wanna be that big man,
Got all of these big plans,
But livin’ wit mom so he don’t even wear the big pants,
Speakin’ of pants, how often do you keep yours on,
Besides showering and puttin’ a new pair on,
It seems every time that that shows comes on
Or you hear that song, you grab the perfume or cologne,
Uh-Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then you get to dialin’ up on that phone,
Tryna get a piece of action to come to the home,
Cover up cuz yo cover is blown, but,
Then again, who are you foolin’,
Certainly not He on the thrown,
You know your actions He don’t condone,
You ain’t hard just because you’re hard in places that don’t have bone,
And you’re bound to go down if you don’t leave it alone,
Cuz you’re swingin’ for the fence but the ball is nowhere near the strike-zone
Verse 2:
What’s the purpose of a call after twelve midnight,
When you should already be asleep for the night,
“I’m just tryna go chill”
For you that might sound alright,
But I’ll call it what it is, an intercourse invite,
Lights off, ya snugglin’ real close on the coach,
Intimate kissin’ in the basement of a quiet house,
We think of no repercussion when we’re alone and get to touchin’
But we’re huffin’, puffin, cussin, once that rubber starts to bussin’
Uh-Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A young girl’s too afraid to tell her mama what happened
Thought pills she got from her friend could erase her actions,
Took too many out of fear, it was a nervous reaction,
Mom gets the late knock from the cops sayin’ “I’m sorry Mrs. Jackson”
At this point, for anyone, there’s no backtrackin’
No goin’ back in time and no bringin’ her back,
And it all starts wit a song, or the wrong type of flick,
Wit peer-pressure’s pure pressure and most kids can’t handle it
Verse 3:
The devil is tryna kill us yal,
And some of yal think I’m crazy,
Why do you think we call him “the enemy”
He wants to put an end to me, and an end to you,
He wants it over quick so he attacks us in our youth,
He entices the flesh and encourages rebellion,
And pleasure seeekin’, to oppose all proper teachin’,
Young hearts are leakin’, from a spiritual shot in the chest,
Left a mess on the floor gaspin’ for a last breath like…
But we will not D-I-E, God’s the best EMT,
Responding immediately to our every emergency
There’s an urgency, and we need all attention in,
We gotta root ourselves in Christ for this epidemic to end,
Kut off, all the garbage that the world is tryna feed you,
It’s satan inspired sewage and he cares nothin’ for you,
And parents, you know we got a job to do,
If you don’t want your kids in it then you need to kut it off too
