Last night, she said she got the fucking brunt of it

Fillin' up her cunt and shit

Never had the time until she got sick of it

The time she fucking threw a fit

The time she got drunk and fuckin' fucked your best friend

Gettin' laid, gettin' paid, gettin' aids, makin' change

Gettin fucked in the ass 'cause you're feelin kinda strange

Bombing on stage, yeah, it's all the fuckin' rage

To be a little fucking whore, just to swallow all your shame

Just to play the fucking game, just to bob your fucking brain

Just to suck a nigga'z dick that doesn't even know your name

Got that shit to a habit

Habitually ask for the keys to his car to go buy some more crack

Ask her after how many nigga dicks she fucking gagged to get the bag

Or masturbate to get your dealer to shave a few bucks, give a whore a helping hand

Yeah, the pussy's in demand, gettin' fucked right where you stand

Nigga, I won't fucking stand for the shit she had planned

Put a little bit of stress on your little bit of breasts

For the slick dick pimp with a hairy fucking chest

Yeah, you'll make a fucking mess

When you're bending over back to make a man you thought you had

Give a fuck about the shit you fuckin' thought you fuckin' had

Gettin' tired, gettin' fired from the job that you were hired from, fired from, prior transpired from

Wired on the shit you been smokin' on, dick you been hoppin' on, jockin' on

Givin' out disease at a place you got whereupon

People got the cough and the brawn like Genghis Khan

Withdrawn or drawing from the glass dick not the bong

Why not the bong? Why not take a break, sir? Contemplate, sir, the things you could replace her with

Girl, you got a champ starin' at your tits

That fool ain't got shit on me, he don't even know he's kissing tragedy

But fuck all the bitches that got no self respect gettin' checked butt naked

Let me interject, infect, and start a mess, starin' at your breasts

Your grill's too whack to be addressed, you think your grill's too hot to molest or invest some time in less sex, less rejects

Less checks cashed to buy crack and meth or coke instead

Bringin' in bread for your kids

Dark red lipstick on the tip of a dick to get fed

Mislead by the man you had in bed, stopped dead in your tracks, gettin' pumped full of lead for coming out the side of your neck

So let me be the first to say I hate the way

All you bitches take the time to portray yourselves

In a way that sells S.K.A.N.K

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