text: I like my girls skinny with brains
  I like my hoodies fucked with Lame
  I like my friends imaginary with no names
  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame
  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
  Tried to find ammo but its none around town
  So I went Down South but I ended up North
  Uptown sitting on Cloud 9s white porch
  And of course, my cars off course
  Youre so white, my blinkers dont work
  Im trying to let the force be with you, I get you
  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce 
  You make a nigga sing songs nice
  You make a niggas night turn day
  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
  It sucks that I didnt get the chance to say hello 
  I want to eat you out like jello
  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello
  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? 
  Fuck and another one, there goes another one
  Another love song about shit
  And Ill be rich if I get another diss
  Well maybe Cupid wont miss 
  Another love song about shit
  And Ill be rich if I get another diss
  Well maybe Cupid wont miss 
  Maybe? 
  Maybe? 
  Maybe? 
  Maybe? 
  I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she wont fuck with me
  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of Xs and Os
  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement
  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
  - Tyler, what are you doing?
  - Shut the fuck up!
  - Uh-umm...
  - Shut the fuck- You gon- You gon fuckin love me bitch
  - Uhh..
  - Or Imma fuckin put this gun in your fuckin head
  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek
  In private, not public in the streets
  And your cupcake I would eat and your toes
  Cause I got a big fetish with the feet
  I just want somebody I can see
  You can be a gold digger, you aint got to love me
  Im serious I dont ask for much
  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch 
  Now this shit is turning to a habit
  Im the burger king, I gotta have it my way
  And truthfully girl you really make my day
  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay
  And I cant even look the other way
  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, its attractive
  L-O-L laughing, youre a gold Oscar and Im just actin
  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role
  Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch its gold
  And I was in loath, I would never get over you , ever, Sarah
  Another love song about shit
  And Ill be rich if I get another diss
  Well maybe Cupid wont miss 
   Another love song about shit
  And Ill be rich if I get another diss
  Well maybe Cupid wont miss 
  Youre my lady, you taste so good 
  Youre my lady, be my lady 
  Youll be with me forever 
  I love you, so much 
  Half your body laying on my chest
  The rest is in my stomach, thats including your breast
  And Ima just take another guess
  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
  Am I crazy? Maybe
  But fucked up is how I been lately
  Shit, I dont give a fuck
  Your family looking for you, wish em good luck
  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
  Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin basement all bloody
  And Im fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy
  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?
  What did you want from me?
  What did you want from me?
  I gave you everything
  But, I guess I wasnt the one
  I dont know, I dont know
  Fuck it! gun click
  gunshot Blaow!