Letras: Choose Mics. The Pre Album. C.o.a.b.

Casualties of a crazy bitch

Yo it's times like this I blaze a spliff sit back reminisce on some crazy shit
I remember this bitch man mental as hell
Only time she commits is in padded cells
Things went well at first I liked this bird, didn't listen to the shit or the junk I heard
Word I stay on the DL neglected the real and played myself smooth like CL
What's the deal I ain't built like that dude I'm foolish
The little head over rules the big head bullshit
Yap yappin' on man I think I'm losin'
The more she attached the more she ain't movin'
So now we stuck like Siamese we eatin' Chinese, smellin' fresher than the pine trees
Car scent, yo I banged her from the arse end and left her sentimental like the motherfuckin' cards penned

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Yo it's times like this ya'll blaze a spliff
Sittin back reminisce on some crazy shit
Wearier than ever since I met that chick
Don't get hit casualties of a crazy bitch
Man she looks so good tastes even better
Fuck up and she'll put your fuckin' balls in a shredder
You don't want a piece boy trust me on this
Or end up casualties of a crazy bitch

It was best when I pressed her, I should of left her
The mental little sket can't control her temper
Started mouthin' off and actin' fuckin' clever
Smacked me in the face and bust up my retinas
Never ever should she have swung this fella copped poison from her biatch tongue
All this over little shit we ain't done
I said get the fuck out you ruin my fun
Cause proper mood swings have left me numb you must be dumb
I ain't livin' under ya thumb
I succumbed to yours ways long enough now
Girl you milked me nearly dry I'm the cash cow
And all them drunken nights when she passed out
I now know why the slag known round town

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Yo the phone off the hook the cell on silent
Drunk off the Smirnoff I'm feelin' vibrant
Unattached from my hoes like fire hydrants cause when we chat now she threatens violence
Stalkin' me she must be fuckin' nuts collectin' my hair with a yearning to touch
Writing love letters from the blood when she cuts
Her fingers up I'm dealin' with a bitter slut
I don't wanna mess around trapped in corners
I want a hundred meters now restraining orders
Watchin' from a distance with camcorders
She's probably into shit were lambs get slaughtered
Stabbin' dolls rituals it's morbid and talkin' bout this girl it's really awkward
Distorted views of some crazy shit
The casualties of a crazy bitch