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[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone] [Bushwick Bill] You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear Gotta start with the right material, to generate a useful idea In other words, you can't turn a ho into a housewife Try it, the bitch'll make you sock her in her mouth twice It started out beautiful, but you was playin possum To me, you was just a fuck, but our relationship blossomed Got attached to your kids, I loved 'em like my own I loved 'em like my own Referred to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son Called you my wife, even if it was common law Never saw a better creature in my life How could the one who stole my heart, make me reach for my knife (Why you reachin for your knife?) Cause I'ma stab that bitch (What if they take your freedom Bill?) They can have that shit Now she wanna be friends - ain't that a bitch? Fuck you bitch, I hate you bitch! I wouldn't care if you burned in a fire Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin train You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark You're the devil, all you need is a pitchfork I'm too short to take shorts I'm havin seconds thoughts, the ride's too scary, I gotta get off I wish I never met you ho SongtexteI wanna hang you from a fuckin cliff and let go, you dirty bitch [Chorus x2: Bushwick Bill] Why you wanna bring me down Why you wanna bring me down, you dirty bitch [Bushwick Bill] I once believed that I could save you, emotion was squandered Now go back to that fuckin rock you crawled from under I did more fo' yo' kids, than they sorry-ass biological father ever had That's why they called me dad Your own momma used to tell me not to fuck wit'cha ass I messed around and got you pregnant, now I'm stuck wit'cha ass I gave you everything I had, didn't have to be forced Why the fuck you wanna take a nigga to court? You dirty bitch Tell me this, who paid the medical expense When your kids was sick, suck dick you fuckin whore Burned my car and my clothes, like you were Angela Bassett I left town, you moved out, all you left was the mattress Now I'm hearin that you had another man all the while When I see you I'ma beat your ass, so go 'head and file I can tell by your tone you think it's funny bitch Where the fuck is my money bitch? You ain't runnin shit I'll hook you up like your kidneys failed You think I give a fuck about sittin in jail? You think I don't know the ghetto streets are bumpy? And you're the reason why them niggaz tried to jump me? At first I was cool with the split But you keep, callin my new bitch, bein messy and shit You can't stand to see me happy, with or without you Had to rain on my parade, it was all a charade You triflin slut, ain't worth a cigarette butt I shoulda left you where I found you, waitin on a bus Wanna drag you to a field and chop you up to the bone You ain't worth the fuckin ground I walk on, you dirty bitch [Chorus x2] [girl on the phone mouths off 'til Bushwick breaks in] [Bushwick Bill] Yeah, take this bitch, uh-huh, yeah motherfucker yeah Yeah, yeah you fuckin, yeah bitch! Yeah you fuckin.. Aus Songtexte Mania