Them Bitches

Lookit lil bitches...

Don't mull over your stitches...

Your awesome swagger...

Your pockets deep with a well placed dagger

Stab stab in the back

Thats where they all attack...

You're blindfolded and spun around...

Now you're dizzy , so just hit the ground...

Open your blinds fool

Don't play it cool

They whack like they're on a muppet show

Confrontations arise...we're havin a row...

It's on punk...ur gna get owned

Baby you may be light on your feet..at least thats what your girl said as she moaned

Dirty talk and cock blocks

Thats how we do it, in this here flock

Get cold feet..run

Leave tracks...just for fun..

Punks will follow

Hit u at the belt, may be below..

This is how we play

You don't have a say..

You pathetic fools...

Your stupid twisted rules...

We stuck like glue

and for that today we would sue

We hit and run...now we're black and blue..

Something beautiful could have been saved...but them bitches don't have a clue.