She was in my hair, she was everywhere,
Every time I looked at her she loaded up.
Went into my room, it was like a tomb,
She picked the lock and then she took all my stuff.
Shootin' hoops out loud, then you broke your mouth,
Cryin' 'bout the ankle that you twisted once.
Now you're back again, yeah my burnin' friend,
Talkin' 'bout some tanks for a hundred bucks.
Every time I look at him he loads it up.
Kick it once again, carpet stinks like sin,
But you bite the hand that likes to feed you now.
- 专辑:Awesome Mix Tape, Vol. 6
- 歌手:The Pietasters
- 歌曲:Chooch's Bitch