(bend over)
"Why you runnin round harmin things?
Gotta do time if you know what i mean

You look so cute in that dum$#&@ dress
Yr pretty head is such a $#&@in mess" . . .
Well i've got something to confess, i'm

Gonna throw this knife right thru yr chest
We're gonna kill spur posse boys, it's the
Surest way to yr heart lil' boy

Ain't gonna be yr press darlings
I'd rather be $#&@ed and throwin things
So get on yr knees and suck my !@$%

If yr gonna lie and say dum %#@!
Hey! didn't you hear what i $#&@in said?
Throw that camera right thru yr head

Thru yr head thru yr head thru yr
Mutha$#&@in head
You ain't so hip when you look so dead

So yr the one who loves me so
Lettin me know blow by blow . . .
Now who you callin looks like a !@^%

It never kept you from commin back for
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So what the $#&@ did you think you'd get?

You ain't even paid us yet!