Just be a man Don't you have balls? Punk ass phone calls Calling me at home when you KNOW I'm not there Leaving punk ass messages, not playing fair ERASE!!! You're too afraid to show your face Leaving messages filled with the lace Of sap, sugar and honey Boy, that shit is funny!!! Save that drama For YOUR mama PUNK ASS MUTHERFUCKA! Be a man I'm not even sure you can Just call me and say what you have to say Don't leave messages for me to find at the end of my day To tell me shit you could have told me in person Sounding like you're rehearsin' That crapola line for line I'm a grown ass woman - I don't have the time To play this childish game You are such a fucken lame Silly sucka! Punk ass muthafucka!! Don't piss down my back and try to convince me it's raining And because of this "bad" news, your heart is paining And it's YOUR respect I'M gaining NEGRO PLEASE!!! No need to tease Take off the knee pads and get up off ya knees I'm the realest woman you will ever meet I'll be the last to bend down and kiss your feet My eyes will not leak Tears will not run down my cheek With despression, my soul will not reek Maybe that's what you seek I will never be that weak Tricks are for you and the kids You can't pull the cover over these lids I'll catch you on the flip side Keeping it on the real is how I ride So take a good look at my backside Pull your lips into a real good pucka And kiss my entire ass You PUNK ASS MUTHAFUCKA!!!Birth sign: Cancer
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