[Intro: Mike Bars]
Wrekz!
If you take this shit serious, I'm gonna kill you
Ha! Mike Bars, uh, look prick

[Verse 1: Mike Bars]
I'm sick of this shit, I know you plotting trying to break our bond
But if you ain't cheatin', why the fuck you puttin' makeup on?
Tryna tell me this your favorite song
Fuck it, I'm with it, I'll play along
But if you keep takin' them selfies, somebody help me, I'm gonna break your arm (yeah, girl' we be best friends...)
But I bet you think that I'm magneto, the way I put the metal to all your ex-men (AHHHHH!)
I'm part Freddy, and part Jason
A fuckin' animal caged, if you run then I'll start chasin'
Your heart's racin', you aren't safe and they start naked
'Cause I'm scarfaced, bitch, and you're locked in a dark basement
Speakin' of that, I was just to quit it
Bitch, all my weapons are custom fitted
So Imma strap this knife to my dick, and then Imma fuck you with it

[Verse 2: Tommy Wrekz]
Heh, you probably thought that was cute
But little do you know that's something that I'd honestly do
Ironic but hmm, and here's your psychological proof
If you ripped my fucking heart out, that's symbolically you! (ooh)
Baby, you're so beautiful, but if you ever crush me it'll be your fucking funeral!
You'd better not be (cheating), you'd better not be (lying), 'cause you won't leave here (breathing) 'cause you'll be too busy (dying)
Bitch! (aww, shit)
Who was that? You ain't being with them
See you just went out last month, so why you leavin' again?
Bitch, you're spending time with me so you don't need any friends
Or you're gon' make me think you're lyin', and end up bleedin' with them! (bitch)
I already hate the thoughts of your ex, it'd be afwul as heck if someone sent him off to his death
And it ain't just 'cause he hurt you, it's that he got you a dress and he's probably physically yearning as to loss for your sex
So baby

[Chorus]
Don't lie
Because I know when you're lying, but you can go try
It's gonna end with you crying, and then you're gon' die
'Cause there ain't no denying that I'm crazy
So don't make me
Kill you
(Let me find out you're cheatin' and imma) kill you
(Let me find out you're leavin' and imma) kill you
(I'm that unforgiving boyfriend that'll) kill you
Girl keep thinkin' it's a fuckin' game


[Verse 3: Tommy Wrekz]
(umm) Who the hell you on the phone with?
I'll tell your sister (bye) she can work to get her own shit
I told you when you first fell in love with me
Despite my trust issues, girl, you're stuck with me
No negotiating and no fuckery
Hey, what's up with all these pictures you're taking
I tell you that you look amazing, you don't get confirmation and fuck conversation with any guy (oka)
And that's anywhere, at any time
You're not allowed joy if you don't give me mine (no way)
And you don't have to tell me I'm crazy, I'm helplessly lazy, so fuck me 'til your pelvis is aching
So selfless but maybe, if you just ever left to replace me, it'd be a whole lot fucking harder if you're expecting a baby, believe it
I'm not a demon, I'm just psycho
And I might blow if you ever decide that you just might go
But if I was you, then I won't
I wouldn't want to crush Tommy Wrekz
And end up six feet underground as his dead bodied ex
Would you?

[Chorus]
Don't lie
Because I know when you're lying, but you can go try
It's gonna end with you crying, and then you're gon' die
'Cause there ain't no denying that I'm crazy
So don't make me
Kill you
(Let me find out you're cheatin' and imma) kill you
(Let me find out you're leavin' and imma) kill you
(I'm that unforgiving boyfriend that'll) kill you
Girl keep thinkin' it's a fuckin' game


[Verse 3: G-Mo Skee]
I watch a bitch close, with a fuckin' magnifying glass
She ain't acting right, Imma sacrifice her lyin' ass
I caught her with a n***a, holding designer bags
Now she's on crutches, telling people to sign her cast
Captain save a hoe?
Nah, bitch, this is captain enslave a hoe
On a chain, lock her in a chamber so she'll never see the light of day, never see the rain or snow
But your sucker ass will prolly try to save her though
Thinkin' with your dick, I would get the bitch for sex, but
The only fuckin' problem is I only fuck dead stuff
Told her call me when you're on your death bed, slut
Til' then I got Anna Nicole with her legs up
I'm fed up with the queefin' and the cheatin'
I ain't gotta deal with it if the bitch isn't breathin'
So y'all can keep fuckin' these people if you want
That's just more dead pussy for me
You smell the funk, n***a?

[Chorus]
Don't lie
Because I know when you're lying, but you can go try
It's gonna end with you crying, and then you're gon' die
'Cause there ain't no denying that I'm crazy
So don't make me
Kill you
(Let me find out you're cheatin' and imma) kill you
(Let me find out you're leavin' and imma) kill you
(I'm that unforgiving boyfriend that'll) kill you
Girl keep thinkin' it's a fuckin' game