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    Verse 1
    You probably gonna think that I'm talking
    About you and you goddamn right I am
    Look at you, this is the minimal I could diss you
    Subliminally, but I think criminal instinct
    Has pushed me to the brink, my pussy does it stink
    He still loves me cause he puts me in his ink
    He does, doesn't he, still is, isn't he?
    Nah, I'm just playing tug of war with his heart
    cause he misses me
    I can still fuck him and leave him whenever I feel frisky
    And is no risk of disease cause he ain't with anyone is he?
    This bitch really thinks she can get me
    If she still wants me, driving across country
    Strapped up to the front seat, missing all her front teeth
    Thinking to herself when's the next time
    he's gonna punch me?
    I told this cunt she's gonna over-do it once
    And once she does, she was stuffed up in a trunk
    Crunch, he scrunched her up in a ball
    Bunched up nice and comfy
    Fuck around get dumped up in a lake 'fore you dump me
    You cunning little cunt, deceitful witch
    You thought you had me, 'till my shrink told me this

    Hook
    The problem is all inside your head she said to me
    The answer is easy if you take it logically
    I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
    There must be 50 ways to leave your lover

    Verse 2
    I feel like a serial killer I keep dumping bodies in the lake
    I'mma get caught and send up the river I shiver
    When I think of the company I keep
    How do I know she ain't gonna kill me when I sleep
    I shriek, every time she hands me something to drink
    Sex kept us together, when we slept together every-thing
    Was all better, she made me feel like a king
    Slowly, she began lowering my self-esteem
    She go to the club and not answer the phone when I call her
    And I just bought her a truck for 50, 000 dollars
    Accused me of doing drugs and scream 'n holla"
    Then I find a bag of coke on her, some marijuana
    And all I know is every time I go
    To them hiding spots, wherever she hides her blow
    The little bags of dope, there was a pile of coke
    That's growing smaller, and that was just a while ago
    And I wouldn't even let on like I know
    What was I supposed to do, call her out on it, we just argue
    Say she put it there on purpose and flipped the whole script
    Ooh she's a manipulative evil bitch
    A cunning little cunt, little deceitful witch
    She thought she had me, 'till my shrink told me this

    Hook
    The problem is all inside your head she said to me
    The answer is easy if you take it logically
    I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
    There must be 50 ways to leave your lover

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