If I had a penny For every time I cheated on Jenny I could get a dollar shake at Wendy's But hold the ice cream Hold the cup All I could get was the waxy build-up
Shit, zip nada, nothing at all Loyal for two years, two years of blue balls And two tears that did fall One for the time that she left One for the time she never called
But whatever, I guess, it goes that way A shot of Everclear to mask the pain The pain stays So I drink another I was down for that bitch, but now she steers another man's rudder
It makes sense I was vicious She wanted a pussy ass man that was trained to do the dishes So I wish her best wishes To you bitches I hope bad luck hits you like Dre hits on switches
This is tragic tale played out every day Since God made Adam give his rib away Man has traveled afar Been to the stars But slutty ass tricks still control the bars
Guys dress up Hilfiger Go figure That the girls pick the guys whose bank account is bigger than mine What we need is divine intervention We need to stop vying for that's swine's attention
Men need to realize that we're better than those Groupie trick sluts in flesh-tone panty hose and short skirts that'd make the pope jerk off The eventual cost Proves that the profit and loss scenario of ever loving a ho is to low Even Marx would tell that bitch to go
I have no place in my life for a slut Back up bitch now before my glock erupts
Chorus People ask why I hate women I don't hate women I hate sluts, whores, semen swimming Drunk bores who have nothing to say but want to suck more cock than you ever thought existed before she's not yours, she's a predator dump that fucking slut bitch, cause I know just what it's headed toward heartbreak, pain, no profit, just loss kick that bitch out, break that bitch off
She knows what to do, where it counts She knows how to empty your bank account She'll spin on your dick Then she'll fuck with your head She'll give you an itch and she'll turn your pee red
"Dead Rabbit, I think I'm in love." I love sex, violence, vengeance and you're none of the above You mean about as much to me As HIV Does to a man with an deadly avarian disease
In other words, you're in the past A relic from another time A groupie bitch that gets kicked to the back of the line And a reminder Of lessons I should never forget Don't trust a fucking whore with shit Make her pay her half of the rent The bills don't get paid on the tip of my dick Make her get a real job 40 hours a week slap that joint out her mouth and dare her to leave
And push her out if she ain't leaving Bitches always scheming About hoping on another man's semen demon
You want a six-pack, then why date me anyways You can tell I don't exercise on any days
I want a good girl but you never know Who will be loyal and who will be a ho
I always say enough is enough But I keep on digging holes like I was Shia LaBeouf Chorus
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