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My Girlfriend Beats Me

Grieves

My Girlfriend Beats Me EP

11.06.2002

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[Verse 1 - TYPE] Stepping out my house an extra bounce to my skip 40 ounce bottle empty, evidence is on my lips Same brown cargos, same old kicks Broken down, no hoes, though I feel like a pimp And this is it, this ought to be the top of the chain Skid marks on my boxers, tags Bearing my name Headache, heavy eyelids I'm lacking on sleep Have spliffs which are hanging from the back of my teeth I don't care dude, If I was rich I'd probably have some hair too Some nice little roots to go along with these clear boots NAH! Cos I don't really have those either Just two black eyes for being one part cheater Two fucked up knees and one torn t-shirt One bloody ass nose and a bruised up penis She caught me in the morning with a used condom on She beat my fucking ass so nonchalant [Hook x2] I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me Every god damn weekend when she catches me cheating Fellas if you got a girl don't give her a reason You better watch where your cock go skeet-skeeting [Verse 2 - GRIEVES] People say that I should leave her, I'm in love with her mind dog Bruises on my face since she was drunk and it was my fault I should've known that I couldn't get away with shit When she follows me to work and now refers to me as "Bitch" Makes me hold on to her pocket when we're walking the strip And keeps a black book, with the contacts of all of my friends And damn, I'm having troubles conceding it Going out to have a drink and coming home and getting beat to shit And all my homies try to say that I'm a victim - A bitch one who lets his girlfriend fucking hit him But it's not that simple, her and I are soul-mates A match made in heaven plus we're living at her folks place And I'll admit it - it's a little bit weird That all she does it watch football and call me a queer Down's a whole fifth of whiskey and boxes both of my ears And passes out butt naked on the couch with a beer [Hook x2] I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me Every god damn weekend when she catches me cheating Fellas if you got a girl don't give her a reason You better watch where your cock go skeet-skeeting [Verse 3 Type] Domestic abuse, it ain't a one way system This is kind of on the tip of some reverse racism She told me that the kitchen is exactly where her place is And always to look plain cos she doesn't like the taste yes At home I do the dishes while she watches TV Channel surfing drunk while her man cooks and cleans I'm always sitting shotgun when we're rolling in my ride She wears the pants and she likes to drive [Verse 4 - Grieves] Black eyes, bruised wrists and microwavable dinners Telling lies to social servants, people saying I slip-uh Either way, me leaving is not an option Life without my lady's like a flaming bag of dog-shit And I'm-ma tell the cops this next time she xxxx me to stop it They probably heard us fucking getting rowdy But hey, I'm guilty for concealing this secret That when she's out playing poker I'm compulsed to be eating stuff [Hook x2] I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me Every god damn weekend when she catches me cheating Fellas if you got a girl don't give her a reason You better watch where your cock go skeet-skeeting
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