Last night, she said she got the fucking brunt of it   Fillin' up her cunt and shit   Never had the time until she got sick of it   The time she fucking threw a fit   The time she got drunk and fuckin' fucked your best friend      Gettin' laid, gettin' paid, gettin' aids, makin' change    Gettin fucked in the ass 'cause you're feelin kinda strange   Bombing on stage, yeah, it's all the fuckin' rage   To be a little fucking whore, just to swallow all your shame      Just to play the fucking game, just to bob your fucking brain   Just to suck a nigga'z dick that doesn't even know your name   Got that shit to a habit,   Habitually ask for the keys to his car to go buy some more crack      Ask her after how many nigga dicks she fucking gagged to get the bag    Or masturbate to get your dealer to shave a few bucks, give a whore a helping hand   Yeah, the pussy's in demand, gettin' fucked right where you stand   Nigga, I won't fucking stand for the shit she had planned    Put a little bit of stress on your little bit of breasts    For the slick dick pimp with a hairy fucking chest      Yeah, you'll make a fucking mess   When you're bending over back to make a man you thought you had    Give a fuck about the shit you fuckin' thought you fuckin' had    Gettin' tired, gettin' fired from the job that you were hired from, fired from, prior transpired from    Wired on the shit you been smokin' on, dick you been hoppin' on, jockin' on    Givin' out disease at a place you got whereupon    People got the cough and the brawn like Genghis Khan    Withdrawn or drawing from the glass dick not the bong.   Why not the bong? Why not take a break, sir? Contemplate, sir, the things you could replace her with   Girl, you got a champ starin' at your tits      That fool ain't got shit on me, he don't even know he's kissing tragedy      But fuck all the bitches that got no self respect gettin' checked butt naked    Let me interject, infect, and start a mess, starin' at your breasts   Your grill's too whack to be addressed, you think your grill's too hot to molest or invest some time in less sex, less rejects   Less checks cashed to buy crack and meth or coke instead   Bringin' in bread for your kids   Dark red lipstick on the tip of a dick to get fed   Mislead by the man you had in bed, stopped dead in your tracks, gettin' pumped full of lead for coming out the side of your neck   So let me be the first to say I hate the way    All you bitches take the time to portray yourselves   In a way that sells S.K.A.N.K.   S.K.A.N.K.