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    Bitch, i'm here to tell you i lied
    When i seen that thick-ass it was over
    Nothin else mattered, i ain't even care
    I pulled the rubber off when i stuck it up in there too

    Bitch, i lied to you, this ain't my home
    Kicked in the back door and now we're alone
    I stole the car that i picked you up in
    Plus me and your girl have been fuckin

    Bitch, i lied, everything i said to you
    All steps to land in your bed with you
    My watch is fake, this ain't my coat
    And i sent you letters that my brother wrote for me

    Bitch, i lied, everytime i left town
    I really stayed right here at home
    Dickin hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom
    With went straight to the asian spa, bitch

    [chorus]
    Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
    Look how you turned out to be
    You're no prize, no prize
    Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
    Look how you turned out to be
    You're no prize, girl, no prize

    Bitch, i lied, i didn't buy you that
    I stole you that, and then i stole it back
    It ain't no mr. right without a mr. wrong
    First, and you fucked up and met mr. worst

    I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat
    And kept on and never missed a beat
    And bitch, i lied, my name ain't lance
    I lied my way in and outta your pants

    I never played football for michigan state
    I lied to your neden and it bit the bait
    I never won a medal for winnin a back stroke race
    But bitch, i lied to your face

    I'm the motherfucker that stole your momma's purse
    And watched you and your daddy blame it on her
    I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes
    (you look really good when you wear those)

    [chorus]
    Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
    Look how you turned out to be
    You're no prize, no prize
    Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
    Look how you turned out to be
    You're no prize, girl, no prize

    Bitch, i lied, about so much shit
    Half the shit, i forget
    I tell you new lies to cover the old
    I throw hot new shit on top of the cold

    Flip the script up and talk you blind
    Backwards, re-enactment, rewind
    Tangle the topic, have you blamin you
    For the fucked up shit i do

    I told you i owned a mcdonald's in thailand
    (and you bought that shit, damn)
    I told you that al pacino was my man
    (and you bought that shit, damn)
    I told you a whole lotta shit cuz i can
    (and you bought that shit, damn)
    You're no brize, bitch, no prize

    [chorus]
    Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
    Look how you turned out to be
    You're no prize, no prize
    Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
    Look how you turned out to be
    You're no prize, girl, no prize

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