My emotions are not to be fucked with
I'm tired of having to put up with a punk cunt bitch who don't know nothing but dick
My emotions are not to be fucked with
I'm tired of having to put up with a punk cunt bitch who don't know nothing but dick

I needed her
Her room smelled like cigarettes and perfume and her tunes were amazing
Voice like an angel
Here i go again, another pen going under my flowing skin
Jealousy in her eyes and mine
When i wasn't with her and she wasn't with 39
So i grabbed her and told her
I would hold her till the cold is over and go un-sober and smoke with her till my lungs are straight stoner
Her lips are clovers
That are higher than what he sold her
Talk about me to him, and i'll listen
But i will not wait till the relationship is over

Kool Kid:
Yo Maxx, wake up yo, we gotta record

Dante Basco Sample:
I once knew a girl named Nikki...