[i] You -blam!-ing grou... Pick up the goddamn phone Bitch, where the -blam!- were you Tuesday With who you say I wasn't at the studio bitch What'cha do screw Dre You went there looking for me Boo, that excuse is too lame Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew Drake And Lupe, you want to lose two legs You try to flip this on me If I spent more time with you You say "okay yeah, I'm cuckoo, hey?" Well, screw you And I’d be the third person who screwed you today Oh, four; Dre, Drake, Lupe -- ooo touché You were too two-faced for me Thought you was my number one, true-blue ace but you ain't And I can see you and you make that little boo-boo face Cause I'm hanging up this phone boo You make my -blam!-ing Bluetooth ache You feeling blue too late, go smurf yourself You make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to someone you hate My life will be so much better If you just dropped dead I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead I would feel so much better Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway tryna get some time alone and just think Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go Cause I told 'em I'm only driving drunk, cause that bitch drove me to drink I'm back on my -blam!- hoes, but a whole new hatred for blondes But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on Excuse the pun but bitch is such a broad statement And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's on Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art Cause you ripped it in two pa-arts, and threw it in the garbage Who do you think you are, bitch Guess it's time for me to get the dust off and pick myself up off the carpet But I'll never say the L-word again, I L-L-L-L... Lesbian Ahh, I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest My life would be so much better if you just Cause you told me, you love me, forever, bitch, that was a lie Now I never, wanted someone, to die, so bad in my -blam!-ing life But -blam!- it, there’s other fish in the sea And I'mma have a whale of a time Being a single sailor for the night Bitch on a scale of, 1 to 10 Shit, I must be the holy grail of, catches Ho, I got an Oscar attached to my -blam!-ing name, de la I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor made for me Say -blam!- it, kick some shots back, get hammered and nail her These bitches tryna get attached but they're failing to latch onto the tail Of my bumper they're scratching at the back of my trailer like I'm itching to get hitched Yeah, I'm rich as a bitch But bitches ain't shit, I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch Bitch you complain when you listen to this But you still throw yourself at me That's what I call pitchin' a bitch That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul, but my dick's on strike So all that love shit is null and void, bitch I'm a droid I avoid Cupid, stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed Oi-oi-oi, man oh man, your boy-boy-boy's getting sick of these girls-girls-girls Oink-oink-oink, you -blam!-in' pigs, all you're good for is doink-doink-doink "I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one" She's all 99 of 'em; I need a machine gun I take 'em all out; I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest Have a heart attack and just drop dead And I'mma throw a -blam!-ing party after this, cause YES I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you [/i]