At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" A little bit psycho Oh, she's sweet but a psycho Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though Grab a cop gun kinda crazy She's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away"

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

Hello? Oh my God I know this ain't you calling me again Oof, ooh my God Yeah, yeah, it's him What in the fuck did I tell you about calling me? You found out 'bout who? Yeah, I bet you did found out about him who Yeah, I fuck with him, I fuck with him for

Oh, well a sayin' that you're leavin', I don't want to hear that talk Stare at disbelief in me when I just up and walk Oh, woman and a woman, them are silly games you play, yeah Dealin' with your troubles drove me away Outta love (outta love) again,

Nothing can stop Uh huh, oh yeah From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if

Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his children I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga

Uh, they let me in it (In it) I'm like hold up, wait a minute (Minute) They be like, "Oh, that's Melly, yeah, the menace" (Okay) I be like, "No, lil' bitch" (No, lil' bitch) Suck on it slow, lil' bitch (Suck on it slow) Fuck on the floor, lil' bitch

I love the way Eh eh eh eh eh I love the way you hurt me baby It's irresistible, oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah Oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah And I love the way you hurt me You're second hand smoke Count me in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile I just follow your

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Send me some lovin' Send it, I pray How can I keep loving you Only when you're so far, far away? Ooh, send me your kisses Why don't you send it, my dear So I can hold you And pretend, yeah, you are here Why don't you send me your kisses?