Whipping Post
I been run down, I been lied to,
I don't know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you've done.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I can't run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
Tradin' War Stories
Yeah! We gettin ready to smear peanut butter in the crowd
and throw mayonnaise all down your ears
You know what? We got some jams for you boy
Yo, ? the meltdown on em, check it out
A lot of rappers, think they can rap and then do that
Who dat? Jumpin on my testicles, my black scrotum
Show em that they style is cold butt, doo doo
Like a baby's heiny, a stinky funky boo boo
Kickin with more rounds, hi pops all sounds
Get with the drift, what I'm sayin? Slayin
Bringin MC's to the program
Not like H-Town, soft on a slow jam
I kick it wick