I'll Be Damned - D12

Yeeaah!

This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free

G-Unit in da house!

What up baby

Performin’live tonight live on stage.

.Captain Save-A-Hoe

and the fabulous Case y’all, stick 'em out y’all

All my Detroit players, let’s go!

I ain’t set the stroke and I ain’t for games

I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain

I got a woman at the crib so I ain’t your man

I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned

You know all I really wanna do is fuck.

I ain’t

gon’let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I’m that stupid you done pressed your luck

I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned

You gave right, yes I love menage-a-trois

And I got drawers as big as guys’s big wah

I’m a Trick Daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure

that I wouldn’t turn my niggaz on to you when I hit ya I probably could forget ya if I hadn’t been drunk

but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump

When my mind’s on hump to me my .9's in the trunk

and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt

Not once, twice, but three times the lover

that your man is, and I’m a freak undercover

I got plans for you, trick, I don’t need a baby mother

I got five of them motherfuckers tryin’to smother me already

We can’t go steady, but you can give me head

Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit

My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed

and on the way, leave the bread with Achman (?)

I’d love for you to stay but I got another date

with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates

She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace

plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape

I’ma make this one thing clear

Ain’t no woman hear gon’ruin my career

All the hell you doin’is pursuin’a dream

that’s when you find out that life ain’t truly what it seems

All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin’each other

And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn’t wear a rubber

He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her

I’m sure as hell ain’t gonna go to court for my mother

or my wife, and my sisters.

So motherfuck a mistress

They signin’a contract before these bitches hit this

Never will a woman take me out that way

I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin’face

What’s your name again?

It doesn’t matter

My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers

Sit down girl.

Let me get you a drink

I’ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink

From day one, I knew you was a hoe

I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'

Turn around, let me see your nasty ass

Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads

These hoes be on some bullshit.

Always tryin’to pull shit

outta they ass.

Get mad and put you on blast

Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you

sucked you, put it on you, boned you

Yappin’off with they mouth sayin’she loved you

All on your dick, callin’your phone, spazzin’and shit

Havin’a fit until you feel like callin’it quits

Then she starts callin’your chick

wantin’to fight.

Everytime you show up at a gig

she front row with her friends.

Flippin’you off

Follow you to the bar, the bathroom

the parkin’lot, to the car, pissin’you off

Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout

You get locked up for assault and now you asked out