[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 b**h'll make you sock her in her mouth twice
It started out beautiful, but you was playin possum
To me, you was just a f**, 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 b**h
(What if they take your freedom Bill?) They can have that sh**
Now she wanna be friends - ain't that a b**h?
f** you b**h, I hate you b**h!
I wouldn't care if you burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherf**in 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
I wanna hang you from a f**in cliff and let go, you dirty b**h
[Chorus x2: Bushwick Bill]
Why you wanna bring me down
Why you wanna bring me down, you dirty b**h
[Bushwick Bill]
I once believed that I could save you, emotion was squandered
Now go back to that f**in rock you crawled from under
I did more fo' yo' kids, than they sorry-a** biological father ever had
That's why they called me dad
Your own momma used to tell me not to f** wit'cha a**
I messed around and got you pregnant, now I'm stuck wit'cha a**
I gave you everything I had, didn't have to be forced
Why the f** you wanna take a n***a to court? You dirty b**h
Tell me this, who paid the medical expense
When your kids was sick, s** dick you f**in who*e
Burned my car and my clothes, like you were Angela Ba**ett
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 a**, so go 'head and file
I can tell by your tone you think it's funny b**h
Where the f** is my money b**h? You ain't runnin sh**
I'll hook you up like your kidneys failed
You think I give a f** about sittin in jail?
You think I don't know the ghetto streets are bumpy?
And you're the reason why them n***az tried to jump me?
At first I was cool with the split
But you keep, callin my new b**h, bein messy and sh**
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 s*ut, ain't worth a cigarette bu*t
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 f**in ground I walk on, you dirty b**h
[Chorus x2]
[girl on the phone mouths off 'til Bushwick breaks in]
[Bushwick Bill]
Yeah, take this b**h, uh-huh, yeah motherf**er yeah
Yeah, yeah you f**in, yeah b**h!
Yeah you f**in..