Something's burnin', I can't figure out what (out what) It's either lust or a cloud of dust Judgement is clouded; must Just be the powder from the power of (love) But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of Left my girl in the house alone Is that my soon-to-be-spouse’s moan? And the further I walk, the louder Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard ‘Cause after all, this is her place So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I Think I might be about to bust her, bust her The thought's scary, yo, though and it hurts—brace! Hope it ain't, "Here we go, yo!" ‘Cause my head already goes to worst-case Scenario, though in the first place But you confirmed my low-end theory though Should've known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date Could've made it to home plate But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first "No, (*slurp*) you don't (*slurp*) under— (*slurp*) —stand, (*slurp*) I (*slurp*) don't (*slurp*) do this for (*hic*) anyone, (*hic*) ever (*slurp*)." Yeah, that ain't what they all say? I'll say, you can suck a softball through a straw Used to be my fiancé 'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye LeBron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé Guess I'm gettin' my g-goddang Jigga on, eh? ‘Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin' But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray But I'll probably always keep on playin' the— Game of love, love, love, love La-la-la-la-la love She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more She hates my company, guess she don't love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" I told that bitch, "I'm a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick." Suckin' dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water He drowned, like an abortion They booked you for manslaughter You beat the case and I called ya "Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone And Kendrick, don't forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels, you little fuckin' Ferris wheel Fuckin' spinnin' on me—fuck you think, we gon' get married still? Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin' feel Like you should fuckin' beat it Or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period Now have a blessed day." (*Phone hangs up*) Bitch, you serious? I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you ain't fuckin' with me, you cut me deep as Caesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin' him His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem That's analogy and metaphor for you I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you This is me talkin' cordial, yeah, I got some home training That ain't what you like, ain't it? What about if I was as famous as Marshall? Would you give fellatio in the carpool? Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle Singin', "I hope she's good enough Meanwhile you're chasin' her"
Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, I'ma live with the— Game of love, love, love, love La-la-la-la-la love (She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more) (She hates my company, guess she don't love me no more) I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed Snatch my house key off her key chain She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record cliché It's all my fault anyway, she's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ Each day is an Instant Replay They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behavior Back together, but forgot today was her B-day She cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstanding, but just as I went to slam on the brakes That's when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline Stepped on them fuckers eight times Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit comin' up What the mother-F-U-C-K's wrong with her? Hit the off ramp 'til I coasted to a goshdamn halt Hit a fuckin' tree, now here she comes at full speed She's racin' at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh? Snatch that bitch out her car through the window She screamin', I body slam her on the cement Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole Buried the stink ho in it, then paid to have the street repaved (The fuck?) Woke up in a dream state In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, ‘cause she's layin' next to me in bed—directly aimin' a gat at my head! Woke up again and jumped up Like, "Fuck it! I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab." I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage Or I'm too fuckin' dramatic Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fuckin' romantic I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch! Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events I said, "Hit the road", then after she left I sent that bitch a text that said, "Be careful driving Don't read this and have an accident" She glanced to look at it and wrecked (*Car crashes*) Too bad, thought we had a connect No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than the model covered in L'Oréal and mace Who fell from grace 11 stories for storytellin' While the whore was yellin', "Rape!" 'Til her vocal cords were swellin' And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace 'Less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though You're late, well, the sentiment's great But wait, think there's been a mistake You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood It's mainly 'cause of the game of— (*Message sound*) Wait, "dinner at eight"? I have infinite hate in my blood It's mainly 'cause of the— Game of love, love, love, love La-la-la-la-la love