I know she sweeps you off your feet. You’re so bitter you think she’s sweet.
Like the horse outside of Wal-Mart, people ride you all day for just a quarter.
You can call me a wh*re and a sl*t, but answer these questions – who took my boyfriend while we were still together? Who acts and talks like she’s Ms. Thang? So don’t go crawling around saying that I’m the sl*t because, in reality, you are.
Normal chickens say cock-a-doodle-doo. Weird chickens say doodle-cock-a-doo. Slutty chickens say any-cock’ll-do.
You jealous hoes, stop your clucking. Just concentrate on your job and keep on fucking.
Please, girl. Don’t speak. You’re a sl*t. Guys only chill with you ’cause you give it up.
You may think you have him, you may think he’s yours, but I just thought you should know he doesn’t mess with whores.
You say you’re not a ho? Alright, no doubt. Next time you wanna say that don’t forget to wipe your mouth.
You walk around like you’re pretty in those clothes but you’re really nothing but a ho. So do us all a favor and go get dressed, please. We already know you’re a fuckin sleaze.
So what if I’m a b*tch? You’re a wh*re and I’d rather be known for what I do than who I do.