50 Ways
You're prolly gonna think that
I'm talkin' about you
And you're goddamn right, I am look at you
This is the minimal I could diss you
Subliminally, but I think criminal instinct
Has pushed me to the brink, "My pussy
Does it stink? He still loves me 'cause he
Puts me in his ink
He does, doesn't he? Still is, isn't he?
Now I'm just playin' tug of war with
His heart 'cause he misses me
I can still fuck him and leave
Him whenever I feel frisky
And there's no risk of disease
'cause he ain't with anyone, is he?"
This bitch really thinks she can get me
If she still wants me, drivin' across country
Strapped up to the front seat
Missin' all her front teeth
Thinkin' to herself
"When's the next time he's gonna punch me?"
I told this cunt she's gonna overdo it once
And once she does, she'll be
Stuffed up in a trunk, crunchy
Scrunched up in a ball
Bunched up nice and comfy fuck around
Get dumped up in a lake 'fore you dump me
You cunnin' little cunt, deceitful witch
You thought you had me
'til my shrink told me this
"The problem is all inside your head
" she said to me
"The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in
Your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover"
I feel like a serial killer
I keep dumpin' bodies in the lake
I'ma get caught and sent up the river
I shiver when I think of the company I keep
How do I know she ain't gonna
Kill me when I sleep?
I shriek every time she hands
Me something to drink
Sex kept us together, when we slept together
Everything
Was all better, she made me feel like a king
Slowly she began lowerin' my self-esteem
She'd go to the club and not answer
The phone when I call her
And I just bought her a
Truck for fifty thousand dollars
Accuse me of doin' drugs and scream and holla
Then I find a bag of coke on her
Some marijuana
And all I know is every time I go
To them hidin' spots wherever
She hides her blow them little bags of dope
There was a pile of coke
That's growin' smaller
And that was just a while ago
And I wouldn't even let on like I know
What was I supposed to do
Call her out on it? We'd just argue
Say she put it there on purpose
And flip the whole script
Ooh, she's a manipulative evil bitch!
A cunnin' little cunt, little deceitful witch
She thought she had me
'til my shrink told me this
"The problem is all inside your head
" she said to me
"The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in
Your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover"