You're using excuses like they're a crutch
but when it comes to talking shit, you do too much
try to turn the city against me and see what that does
i bet you can't even try it, you'll get the fuzz
cops in their cars turning on their noise
i bet blue balls would be better than the blue boys
you're cut off like water past over due
if you want hell, i'll get you tickets for two
i usually don't rhyme, but i figure i would
it ain't a crime, it's just nothing you should
worry about people in this tiny little place
filled with millions of people trying to save face
set our your kitchenware boy say your grace
lie in the backseat, she's covered in lace
liars on fire, but angels so wet
i bet millions of dollars, that's not what you get
seems now it's over, i got it all wrong
she's all talk no action in her little blue thong
bending over hoping you'll catch a glance
she's making damn sure those ass cheeks can dance
smile ear to ear, scream lung to lung
dying to be just one of the unstung
the guns start shooting and she's running out the back
but by the time she gets to the door, it's already on track
a new pair of cuffs, and a brand new excuse
the offer she's making they almost cannot refuse
but in the end they see she's a big flirt
and becuz of her infidelity millions are hurt
say what you must, say what you will
in the end she thanks God for inventing the pill
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