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Insane Clown Posse( ICP )
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Bitch I Lied
Bitch, I'm here to tell you I lied When I seen that thick ass it was over Nothin' else mattered, I ain't even care I pulled the rubber off when I stuck it up in there too
Bitch, I lied to you, this ain't my home Kicked in the back door and now we're alone I stole the car that I picked you up in Plus me and your girl have been fuckin'
Bitch, I lied, everything I said to you All steps to land in bed with you My watch is fake, this ain't my coat And I sent you letters that my brother wrote for me
Bitch, I lied, every time I left town I really stayed right here at home Dickin' hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom With went straight to the Asian spa, bitch
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it Look how you turned out to be You're no prize, no prize Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it Look how you turned out to be You're no prize, no prize
Bitch, I lied, I didn't buy you that I stole you that and then I stole it back It ain't no Mr. Right without a Mr. Wrong first And you fucked up and met Mr. Worst
I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat And kept on and never missed a beat And bitch, I lied, my name ain't Lance I lied my way in and outta your pants
I never played football for Michigan State I lied to your neden and it bit the bait I never won a medal for winnin' a back stroke race But bitch, I lied to your face
I'm the motherfucker that stole your mommas purse And watched you and your daddy blame it on her Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes You look really good when you wear those
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it Look how you turned out to be You're no prize, no prize Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it Look how you turned out to be You're no prize, girl, no prize
Bitch, I lied, about so much shit Half the shit I forget I tell you new lies to cover the old I throw hot new shit on top of the cold
Flip the script up and talk you blind Backwards, re enactment, rewind Tangle the topic, have you blamin' you For the fucked up shit I do
I told you I owned a Macdonald's in Thailand And you bought that shit, damn I told you that Al Pacino was my man And you bought that shit, damn
I told you a whole lotta shit 'cuz I can And you bought that shit, damn You're no prize, bitch, no prize
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it Look how you turned out to be You're no prize, no prize Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it Look how you turned out to be You're no prize, bitch, no prize
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it Look how you turned out to be You're no prize, no prize Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it Look how you turned out to be You're no prize
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