CHOOSE MICS - C.O.A.B lyrics

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Casualties of a crazy bitch

Yo it's times like this I blaze a spliff sit back reminisce on some crazy shit

I remember this bitch man mental as hell

Only time she commits is in padded cells

Things went well at first I liked this bird, didn't listen to the shit or the junk I heard

Word I stay on the DL neglected the real and played myself smooth like CL

What's the deal I ain't built like that dude I'm foolish

The little head over rules the big head bullshit

Yap yappin' on man I think I'm losin'

The more she attached the more she ain't movin'

So now we stuck like Siamese we eatin' Chinese, smellin' fresher than the pine trees

Car scent, yo I banged her from the arse end and left her sentimental like the motherfuckin' cards penned

Yo it's times like this ya'll blaze a spliff

Sittin back reminisce on some crazy shit

Wearier than ever since I met that chick

Don't get hit casualties of a crazy bitch

Man she looks so good tastes even better

Fuck up and she'll put your fuckin' balls in a shredder

You don't want a piece boy trust me on this

Or end up casualties of a crazy bitch

It was best when I pressed her, I should of left her

The mental little sket can't control her temper

Started mouthin' off and actin' fuckin' clever

Smacked me in the face and bust up my retinas

Never ever should she have swung this fella copped poison from her biatch tongue

All this over little shit we ain't done

I said get the fuck out you ruin my fun

Cause proper mood swings have left me numb you must be dumb

I ain't livin' under ya thumb

I succumbed to yours ways long enough now

Girl you milked me nearly dry I'm the cash cow

And all them drunken nights when she passed out

I now know why the slag known round town

Yo the phone off the hook the cell on silent

Drunk off the Smirnoff I'm feelin' vibrant

Unattached from my hoes like fire hydrants cause when we chat now she threatens violence

Stalkin' me she must be fuckin' nuts collectin' my hair with a yearning to touch

Writing love letters from the blood when she cuts

Her fingers up I'm dealin' with a bitter slut

I don't wanna mess around trapped in corners

I want a hundred meters now restraining orders

Watchin' from a distance with camcorders

She's probably into shit were lambs get slaughtered

Stabbin' dolls rituals it's morbid and talkin' bout this girl it's really awkward

Distorted views of some crazy shit

The casualties of a crazy bitch