50 years ago
02-20-2003, 01:08 AM
When I think back, I remember how you caught my-attention...
When I tried-defendin- but you lied-to-get-in my pants and try-some-shit-and...
it worked, you're obsessed when we talk-on-the-phone...
aw-bitch-come-on, you're datin guys givin all-of-em-dome...
Fuck it, maulin-this-ho suddenly ~seems like~ ~the right~ decision-to-make...
Like bashin the chick-with-a-rake, but I don't I give-her-a-break...
And I'm bitter-but-hey, I was the only one who treated-her-right...
She was beat-and-she-cried , previous-guys defeated-her-mind...
And the worst part? She was raped from the back-in-the-kitchen ...
and it's sad-cause-the-kid-is stuck with mom for a whore and dad-that's-in-prison...
And honestly, I thought you were the one-for-me...
but even if you point the gun-and-squueze, I believe fuck your company...
so Justin-T, tell this bitch to cry-up-a-river...
cause if not, I kill this chick and fry-up-her-liver...
Then again, I shouldn't have fallen-in-love-wit'-a-ho...
when she's on the phone, she's like "I'll grab ya ball-and-just-suck-on-it-slow"...
I'm palmin-and-rubbin-her-yo, I've fuckin turned-to-a-lame...
It's burnin-my-brain, why I'm even concerned-with-the-dame...
I might write a couple more lines dependin on how it fits on the beat, and mold a couple of them, but that's the general design
When I tried-defendin- but you lied-to-get-in my pants and try-some-shit-and...
it worked, you're obsessed when we talk-on-the-phone...
aw-bitch-come-on, you're datin guys givin all-of-em-dome...
Fuck it, maulin-this-ho suddenly ~seems like~ ~the right~ decision-to-make...
Like bashin the chick-with-a-rake, but I don't I give-her-a-break...
And I'm bitter-but-hey, I was the only one who treated-her-right...
She was beat-and-she-cried , previous-guys defeated-her-mind...
And the worst part? She was raped from the back-in-the-kitchen ...
and it's sad-cause-the-kid-is stuck with mom for a whore and dad-that's-in-prison...
And honestly, I thought you were the one-for-me...
but even if you point the gun-and-squueze, I believe fuck your company...
so Justin-T, tell this bitch to cry-up-a-river...
cause if not, I kill this chick and fry-up-her-liver...
Then again, I shouldn't have fallen-in-love-wit'-a-ho...
when she's on the phone, she's like "I'll grab ya ball-and-just-suck-on-it-slow"...
I'm palmin-and-rubbin-her-yo, I've fuckin turned-to-a-lame...
It's burnin-my-brain, why I'm even concerned-with-the-dame...
I might write a couple more lines dependin on how it fits on the beat, and mold a couple of them, but that's the general design