I agree wit you on that love tip
Erosions of emotions is somethin’ I can’t groove wit
Eve, move bitch and give me back my rib
I’ll keep the remote control and you keep the women’s lib
By my own admission, adding you was a failed addition
Received promises of submissions on this failed mission
Of having and holding til death do we part
Well, I’m cool wit your death so where do we start
Be fruitful and multiply after subtracting the relationship
I guess God thought I’d be on some elation tip
Yeah, I like gyrations and shit, but not the “whole nine”
She be on that feeding me poisons like the “Old times”
Old crimes of passion from actions of consenting adults
Doomed to consume ripe apples is like mental assault
God, my pass fault, but the devil made me do it
Not Satin, but that devil that I screw wit
I knew this would lead me down the wrong street
Neva trust a big butt in a fig leaf
Dig me? Big Lee found out the hard way
Kissed the lips of that trick and now I’m scarred today
The “Garden of Eden” was seein’ to believin’
But 1 me + 2 demons = we be leavin’
Subtract my rib, carry the bitch, subtract my home
Equals losin’ flesh of my flesh and my bone
So basically, if I leave this equation she gets half of my creations
Man, that’s some bullshit, please excuse my sanitations
This is “WO”manipulations on the real tip
Why couldn’t he create me a real bitch!?
She conceal shit when she subtracts the truth
Adding that apple to my chords is just part of the proof…