[Verse 1: Violent J]
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 your 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, everytime 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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
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 momma's purse
And watched you and your daddy blame it on her
I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes
You look really good when you wear those

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3: Violent J]
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 McDonald'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 'cause I can
(And you bought that shit, damn)
You're no prize, bitch, no prize

[Chorus]
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