"You're being mean", "That isn't
nice", this is the shit I hear, glance into my eyes and ask me if I give a shit?
Your kind is the reason I'm like this; the female gender is the reason I am the
way I am. You bitch and complain as if I love hearing it.
You fake as if I love you, this feeling I feel isn’t that, I just want get into
your pants.
Now that I tell you the truth, the shit you wanted to hear, now all I get is
"hell no's" and "I cant's".
Do you even know what you want? Everyone has to fornicate; you act like it's an
immoral sin.
I don't want to hear the reason you won't, just tell me no and my new game will
begin,
With that bitch over there, what? Now you getting jealous, shit you didn't care
a minute ago,
So now that I'm walking away it makes a difference, now you want to lick it,
stick it, and give it a blow.
You wonder why I even try to act nice, to spit good game, to speak softly, to
make them feel good,
Good guys finish last, well I found out that shit isn’t true, and now I see how
girls that I could,
Have fucked, damn you made me miss out, cause why? You want me, all for
yourself? Maybe I don’t feel the same
Now you give me attitude about it. Like you didn't really like me. And mine
wasn't as good as his game?
Shit, that's why you were on my nuts, a snap of the fingers and down you go, I'm
in total control.
You think that you pleasuring me? I just wanted to bust a nut, awww…yeah that's
how the dice roll,
So what if this shit sucks, I don't see you doing anything productive, maybe my
love rhymes sound better,
Make you tear, make you love, make you hot, make you drop, anything I write
could make you wetter,
Than anything your man could do, the lyrical game is unbearable, the tongue
tells tales told to tantalize,
Make you do what I want you to, to manipulate, with great finesse I'll make you
realize,
The abilities of the dark side, the wave of my hand and your mind in my pants,
that's what I got,
I can make you shiver, shudder, shake, quiver, tremble, vibrate as I hit your
special g-spot,
Like you dying, convulsing uncontrollably, make you twitch, grip, and squeeze
like there's turbulence,
Yell, shout, scream, proclaim your uttermost desires, pronounce your wildest
sensual indulgence,
So what you think? The hate game doesn't work? The fear I cannot produce in
rhyme I exhibit in act,
Surely then you'll revere, be frightened, intimidated by the demented, bemused
behaviors I protract,
Till the chaotic, psychotic, neurotic syndrome runs its course, the disorder
hinders,
The conflagration, the blaze, the inferno, the pyre of unstable fire cinders,
Disperse, dissolve, disappear into its inherent home inside me,
So what do you believe? Maximum carnage is what it will be.