Don't Bite The D

(Project pat) man, I'm tired of this shit

You need to get yo shit, and get

(La Chat) Fuck you

You get yo muthafuckin shit

I don't give a fuck who

Name on the light bill

Yo muthafuckin ass up out of here

(La Chat) Nigga, dem yo stank ass

Dirty ass draws on the muthafuckin floor

Get dem dirty ass draws, and clothes

(Project pat) ahh, you got me so mess up now

(La Chat) Nigga, you already mess up

(Project pat) let me tell you something man

Look all you

(La Chat) yo name on the rent, I

Don't give a fuck, THIS MY SHIT, i RUN THIS

(Project pat) WHAT, all you doing is cooking

That burnt ass chicken

Eating popcorn, and drinking

And drinking all damn day

(La Chat) nigga, It fed yo muthafuckin ass

You ain't had no

Problem when you was eating the shit

Lickin' yo fingers and shit

(Project pat) man, you got me mess up!

(La Chat) FUCK YOU! I don't need you anymore

(that's right, that's right)

So, you can get yo little ass out the door

(that's right, that's right)

Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho

(that's right, that's right)

Cause don't know ho, start no show

(that's right, that's right)

(La Chat)

I got you hot, I'm at the top of the charts

So muthafuck ya

Nigga you can get the fuck on

Cause I don't love ya i don't want ya trick

Fuck the hoes that you cheated wit

Now, we ain't together, you be claiming

You ain't gotta a bitch

Nigga please, know that you thought

That I would leave ya

Nigga please, know that you thought

A bitch need ya fuck you up, is for the good

That I done left ya, man

La Chat got ya sick

Cause I'm moving on to better things

Gotta nigga break down fuck me

All against the wall

Tell me that he love me

Taking shopping sprees at the mall

Clean my truck, keep yo son, boy

I'm out here living large

When I'm on my tour

He be giving me his credit cards

When I hit the door

We be fuckin on the kitchen floor

He be eating my pussy

But of course you know you is the pro

Fuckin up wit you

Had me thinking dreams ain't true

Now, sittin' here thinking

Why the fuck I every fuck wit you

I don't need you anymore

(that's right, that's right)

So, you can get yo little ass out the door

(that's right, that's right)

Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho

(that's right, that's right)

Cause don't know ho, start no show

(that's right, that's right, Project Pat)

I'm have to holla back at cha

Flip you like a spatula

Turn you into a bachelorette and

I'm a be a bachelor

I'm a la spectacular, living like a macula

No, fix hair, fresh clothes, you on crackula

Dollars we can stackula, you wanted to actula

Like you was the boss

And you suck me dry like Dracula

You deserve a smackula, better yet a snapula

Right across yo lips

Work your hips on the trackula

Fuck 'em til you sense-u less

Captin so ridiculous

Never hear, what you say

Cause you speaking gibberish

You the bitch, yapping squaw, for some dick

On the stalk

You done got your walking papers

Now it's time for you to walk

Step on off and be a mom

Dem yo kids I got none

You at home feeding yo son

But I'm out having fun

Riding clean smelling good

Dipping in ya neighborhood

Saw you at the mattabus, looking hard

Wish ya could

I don't need you anymore

(that's right, that's right)

So, you can get yo little ass out the door

(that's right, that's right)

Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho

(that's right, that's right)

Cause don't know ho, start no show

(that's right, that's right)

(Project Pat) i'm a gorilla on a ho-a

So BITCH don't you start

The cap cock booty ho, and the every card

Go steal a credit card

So we can play some paper

You got a rumpshaker, now that's a moneymaker

I'm mean a dummy breaker

Don't be no instigator

I'll beat the brakes on yo

Ass like the terminator

I used to fuck, freaky slut, in the bo, bo

(booty)

I fired you, now you looking like some dodo

A rudy poo poo, that what ya really is

Ain't buying shit for dem rats

Ho dem ain't my kids

You come a crying back-a

The key is what you lack- a

You drink some gasoline

I'm a bout to strike a match-a

I don't got nothing for-a

See you and I ignore ya

You used to be a vette

(corvette) , now you an old Explorer

It ain't a thang you can do

To get back in either you won't even get the

Privilege to suck peter

I don't need you anymore

(that's right, that's right)

So, you can get yo little ass out the door

(that's right, that's right)

Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho

(that's right, that's right)

Cause don't know ho, start no show

(that's right, that's right)