Shit On Me by Rehab
when i woke up this morining you was long good gone
i thought you heard me say you was my vertebrae my back bone
but? bon? the dawn feels wrong, the night ain't right
the phone ain't on and you broke out last night
left a note sayin' you won't hang on, you just can't fight
i know you with brock scott, that jock with blonde locks
that blocks shots, guess i'm just not that hot
you mailbox for cocks
let him bust your rear cuz you don't trust my rap career
but need i point out our joint account, with a large amount
you left in the bank you skank, what you think
i'ma take this loot and buy some liquor
you can take that shit you talkin' with you walkin, hooker
so you wanted something that i could have gave to you
and you know this much is true and meeting you
i can't believe you'd shit on me to get ahead
but then again i do
my stomache layin' at my feet how could you sneek up in my life
playin' wife, stabbin' my back with your diamond-studded rambo knife
what about the evil that women do?
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