[Hook: Suburban Truth]
I wanna k** you
I really like you dude
But I know what you did
I wanna fight you dude
But even though I'm talking bout you
It's awkward
I don't know what to do it's awkward
It's awkward
This is really awkward
Awkward
It's awkward
[Verse 1: Suburban Truth]
Here's a recipe for disaster
Using your flow to boil you
bu*ter you up
Drop you into the pan to oil you
Between the gra** and soil too
Use your plans to foil you
I wanna take you to dinner and poison you
But the check's on me
I got enough reward points
So the next one's free
Pretend to spot me then you drop me
Try'na flex on me?
I'm at your neck on three
But here's a couple extra dollars
Cause your tank's on E
Don't you bank on me though
You back-stabbing dagger jabber
Whack rap swagger jacker
Fat stack grabber
It was silly to think this could last though
He fishing for the catch the cash flow
Giving me sh**
Lickity split
What you expecting from the presence of an a**hole
I'd rather have coal as black as your damn soul
Your name is on my wish list
And my Christmas gift list
You screwed me like a mistress
With all my wishes dismissed
But oh well
There goes my two cents
I'm done with you nuisance
I'm out for some new cents
I know you have my back
Cause you've been stabbing that
God damnit man
You're lucky I ain't into battle rap
[Hook: Suburban Truth]