disclaimer: by no means do i consider myself a rapper. i've never written like this before and i thought it would be fun to try. DON'T BE A HATA...heh.
sure just grab me by the balls and ask me why i lied to you
i'm shy and move slow, so? why is that such a surprise to you?
does it count that i'd mount you in a thousand ways?
bend you over and backwards and listen to you moan and pray?
i got problems, i admit them and spit them, is that the answer that you wanted?
cuz i was quiet till you asked, you're nicer when you're coy and tease as if affronted
but please take back the hand from my sac, it's not yours to play with yet
and which part of my smartass answer did your bitchass least expect?
as far as i am concerned what happens now is just protectin myself
get out your house alive so i can wake up and keep respectin myself
bite my lip, pretend to want to play with your tits that don't exist
i must've fucked up hard in another life to end up fucked like this
bent out of shape cuz i don't fuck on the first date, WHAT?
like it's too late, can't change my mind and it still sucks
you wanna ask again, then here it goes, i guess the problem is you
stop shoutin all obscene shit tryin to force me into
the corner where you'll keep me forever from being untrue
you wanna ask again, i guess the problem is you
sure just grab me by the balls when you're sitting on top of me
"i know you're only really honest when i've got your cock in me!"
the worst part is i know somewhere i predicted this whole prophecy
then i smoked and forgot it or got it confused on tour when i dropped e
cuz then all of a sudden nothing was a surprise or even barely a shock, see?
when your mouth said You're important and your eyes said Just not to me
if i'm there it's the same, sleep in shame till we wake up then break up in the shower
the apologies and vindictiveness flip flop pretty much every hour on the hour
and after a while it becomes harder to take
locked out of the studio, you're inside on the phone on a coke break
and the door out doesn't even open in without a key
that you got on a chain on your wrist that you never let me see
but that's alright, i'm stoned, you got the e and the k and the coke cut out on plates
one for each to make it easier to remember which you're taking to get dates
or maybe just for motivation for what you rearranged and stole
and claimed you created while you were out of control
you wanna ask again, then here it goes, i guess the problem is you
stop shoutin all obscene shit tryin to force me into
the corner where you'll keep me forever from being untrue
you wanna ask again, i guess the problem is you
cuz to you i was a project, did you finish me or did i do it myself?
if i pass your street, i dim the lights and then run the car in stealth
it's easier to sit quiet and silent just to dodge the confrontation
cuz it sucks when there's combative trick questions underlying every conversation
the problem with surprises and lies was the illusion of trust
fishing compliments while baiting traps whoring love for lust
now seeing you everywhere and in everyone is a natural response
and if anyone asks just say everyone deserves to be abused once
sure just grab me by the balls and ask me why i lied to you
damn, honestly my honesty surprised me too
you wanna ask again, then here it goes, i guess the problem is you
stop shoutin all obscene shit tryin to force me into
the corner where you'll keep me forever from being untrue
you wanna ask again, i guess the problem is you
spinkle 2004
sure just grab me by the balls and ask me why i lied to you
i'm shy and move slow, so? why is that such a surprise to you?
does it count that i'd mount you in a thousand ways?
bend you over and backwards and listen to you moan and pray?
i got problems, i admit them and spit them, is that the answer that you wanted?
cuz i was quiet till you asked, you're nicer when you're coy and tease as if affronted
but please take back the hand from my sac, it's not yours to play with yet
and which part of my smartass answer did your bitchass least expect?
as far as i am concerned what happens now is just protectin myself
get out your house alive so i can wake up and keep respectin myself
bite my lip, pretend to want to play with your tits that don't exist
i must've fucked up hard in another life to end up fucked like this
bent out of shape cuz i don't fuck on the first date, WHAT?
like it's too late, can't change my mind and it still sucks
you wanna ask again, then here it goes, i guess the problem is you
stop shoutin all obscene shit tryin to force me into
the corner where you'll keep me forever from being untrue
you wanna ask again, i guess the problem is you
sure just grab me by the balls when you're sitting on top of me
"i know you're only really honest when i've got your cock in me!"
the worst part is i know somewhere i predicted this whole prophecy
then i smoked and forgot it or got it confused on tour when i dropped e
cuz then all of a sudden nothing was a surprise or even barely a shock, see?
when your mouth said You're important and your eyes said Just not to me
if i'm there it's the same, sleep in shame till we wake up then break up in the shower
the apologies and vindictiveness flip flop pretty much every hour on the hour
and after a while it becomes harder to take
locked out of the studio, you're inside on the phone on a coke break
and the door out doesn't even open in without a key
that you got on a chain on your wrist that you never let me see
but that's alright, i'm stoned, you got the e and the k and the coke cut out on plates
one for each to make it easier to remember which you're taking to get dates
or maybe just for motivation for what you rearranged and stole
and claimed you created while you were out of control
you wanna ask again, then here it goes, i guess the problem is you
stop shoutin all obscene shit tryin to force me into
the corner where you'll keep me forever from being untrue
you wanna ask again, i guess the problem is you
cuz to you i was a project, did you finish me or did i do it myself?
if i pass your street, i dim the lights and then run the car in stealth
it's easier to sit quiet and silent just to dodge the confrontation
cuz it sucks when there's combative trick questions underlying every conversation
the problem with surprises and lies was the illusion of trust
fishing compliments while baiting traps whoring love for lust
now seeing you everywhere and in everyone is a natural response
and if anyone asks just say everyone deserves to be abused once
sure just grab me by the balls and ask me why i lied to you
damn, honestly my honesty surprised me too
you wanna ask again, then here it goes, i guess the problem is you
stop shoutin all obscene shit tryin to force me into
the corner where you'll keep me forever from being untrue
you wanna ask again, i guess the problem is you
spinkle 2004
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you but I liked it alot!