Cursin' U Out
God’s gift to the world
Casanova
Wanna-be as
With your playa-listic mentality
U make me third world country sick and ashamed that I ever crossed your path
Do me a favor
And go take a nice hot bath
Soak off some of that ego
That got you running round here
Acting a damn fool
Let some of that “she wish she had me”
Mentality down the drain and out the gutter that you derived from
U aint shid but a bum as tick infested with the gluttony of being stuck on yourself
Make of it what you wish
Check this
When you realize how many of these groupie-as broads aint nothing
But groupie-as
Gold-diggin
Want to do nothing but keep you in the ditch you been already crawling in for so
long broads
Maybe then you’ll know that your greatest ancestry father did not die pickin’ cotton
With lashes on his back
“Yes massah” on his lips
Gospel hymns in his every thought and nothing but love in his heart for you to
Play these huchie mama
Aint got the rent money
But wearing Versace
Stripping by night
Hoin’ by day caught up in the
What a man wants mind frame flippin tricks for Mary Jane
And still walk alone tainted and ashamed
Still stuck in a rut
All to let some gigolo as nigga get a nut
Don’t you understand the color of your own skin?
Why you think black aint in the rainbow?
Cause its too damn beautiful
You better recognize it and stop
Trying to analyze what puscy you get the most juice to coat your jerry curled pubic
roots
Cause I’m a let you know
Aint no puscy better than being a real man and I’m gon be cursin’ you out until
the lesson I just taught is easy for you to understand
Copyright © Norey Bailey | Year Posted 2006
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