<Intro>
Im’a brain dead… its dusted...
It’s half past three and I’m busted
Ima’ tryin to get it all off my chest
before I could grab some rest…
I scribble, I score, crinkle it up, it ain’t easy
It’s tough this hook shit..bless you slim shady!
Ok here we go… the flow has started
Keep your guard… fair warning fo all ya faint
hearted…
<Hook>
My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy
quitters
All you girls jumpin' through hoops for ‘em… all
is not gold that glitters
Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla
that just blinders
Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em
uncaring philanderers
Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo
nothing less than whacha deserves
Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two
cents worth on this matter
Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know
if he’s a loser or a lover…
<Verse 1>
Sweet talkin’ guys, ima’ gonna ask you girls to
stay away forever
Give ‘em your hearts… and they’re on their
way..can’t see ‘em never
They walk a 500 miles n a 500 more to fall at ya
door…awww! quite a love letter
Try to put a ring on it, and you’d see ya hearts
on da floor, what’s mo sinister?!
It’s a lover girl that tells ya this…take it or
leave it… whateva
Ima’ fool fo thinkin’ he’s gonna carry me to a
castle, ma knight in shinin' armor
No goodbye, no final kiss, just all too sudden,
I can't get much wronger
Got me all fired up, left me to clean up the
mess all by meself, ah so clever
Let him find da missin’ piece, but he’s missin’
from my relationship radar
It’s da C-word that he dreads, ye his biggest
conversation stopper
He’s out there gettin’ new numbas on his phone,
a standing ovation to ma fickle lover
So quick to forget, Ima’ not surprised, ain’t
expect anythin’ better
Braggin’ his one night stands, I’ma gonna give
him love lessons for a starter
Coz Ima’ left to regret ma belief, I’d give it
his name if I had a tumor
<Hook>
My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy
quitters
All you girls jumpin through hoops for ‘em… all
is not gold that glitters
Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla
that just blinders
Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em
uncaring philanderers
Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo
nothing less than whacha deserves
Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two
cents worth on this matter
Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know
if he’s a loser or a lover…
<Verse 2>
Let’s wipe less tears this year, it’s ‘em
reasons that are often unclear
But ye there’s signs, signs everywhere… it’s the
same fuckin drill, I swear
It all start with a wandering eye, ye it’s
shameless that unblinking stare
Nah nah knock it out silly it isn’t worth a try,
they got ‘em bigger fishes outta there
Geez that “treat him like you don’t care” game
not work, might just backfire
Grow up…didn’t momma tell ya’ll…staying power is
what that matter
I gotta case studies of broken hearts, fallin fo
‘I love you’, ‘You are da one forever’
Somethin’ of ‘em all..the love junkies and their
pattern, I’ma guessin’ it’s a flair
When the time to run is up, the hide-n-seek
games start..oh ye unfair
Ya’ll not a priority, no more …there ain’t no
calls...the texts they become rare
‘I ain’t have no monies’, ‘I need space’, ‘it’s
about me not ya’, that sound familiar?
Worst of it all, ‘let’s stay friends’, show
‘em what you got, stick up that middle finger
They back… Then they’re off…back again??!!!
wtf..sounds like a personality disorder
Love ya’ll, miss ya’ll when they go farther?!!
Ask ‘em to marry and they’d scamper
The harder ya’ll try, the harder ya’ll fall, ye
the truth is bitter
Come on…I’ma runnin’ outta tissue papers, shake
‘em off ya’ll ain’t need no pied piper
<Hook>
My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy
quitters
All you girls jumpin through hoops for ‘em… all
is not gold that glitters
Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla
that just blinders
Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em
uncaring philanderers
Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo
nothing less than whacha deserves
Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two
cents worth on this matter
Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know
if he’s a loser or a lover…