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It`s 2006, but the same old shit...

You materialistic bitches can suck my dick...

See I tried to love y`all,

but y`all only tried my patience...

Always got your fuckin hand out impatiently waiting...

Tried to take me for my lil` change,

and took my kindness for weakness...

But now it`s `06, and for you bitches I`m needless...

I need less of your games...

I need less of your pains....

I need a little less lip - unless it`s more of your  brain...

I gave all of my time and effort,

and you didn`t even give a damn...

I was nothing more than a sponsor in your  Save The Hoes Program

Fuck a good man...

Y`all want niggas on 24`s...

If you can`t beat`em, join`em...

So I guess now I`m like you -

I want my hoes on all 4`s...

You traded a decent ass man,

with morals and goals...

in exchange for a world full of platinum and gold

I guess it`s true what they say,

Money can`t buy you love...

But it can buy you all the attention from these triflin` ass sluts...

Big butts, breast, and thighs -

now that`s your true identity...

You might as well not have a face,

Cause it`s only your liability...

Get it???

Your lie`s ability are more than I can handle...

Women are full of innocence...

Bitches are full of skandal...

All around the world it`s the same fuckin song...

But I`mma change up the verses,

and add a new chorus...

and come up with a remix to leave you hoes alone

I`m tired of being your sponsor...I`m tired of being your saviour...I`m tired of being your baby-sitter

when the niggas who knocked you up is locked up...

Yeah, I know my dick is good -

it`s the biggest and best y`all ever had,

but my pockets weren`t big enough,

so y`all left me dead on my ass...

Even you educated girls -

with your head on your shoulders,

started changing with the weather,

and becoming more and more colder

Speaking a good game about how you want a man to respect your mind first,

And that you`re a woman of God,

and was brought up in the church...

You just like the rest of them,

made from the same dirt

Too busy caught up in appearances,

and materialistic bull-shit...

But since a dog is a man`s best friend,

I guess on a leash I`mma keep a bitch

So don`t hate me...

Since y`all murdered my heart,

I can only speak my mind...

You bitches have created a monster,

So I guess from now on y`all can call me, Frankenstein...



B'City Prince...