Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitch I Lied, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Tempest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.03.2007
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Bitch I Lied |
| 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 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, every time 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 |
| 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, 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 mommas 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 |
| 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 Macdonald’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 prize, bitch, no prize |
| 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, bitch, no prize |
| 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 |