ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Bitch, I Lied lyrics

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Bitch, i'm here to tell you i lied

When i seen that thick-ass it was over

Nothin else mattered, i ain't even care

I pulled the rubber off when i stuck it up in there too

Bitch, i lied to you, this ain't my home

Kicked in the back door and now we're alone

I stole the car that i picked you up in

Plus me and your girl have been fuckin

Bitch, i lied, everything i said to you

All steps to land in bed with you

My watch is fake, this ain't my coat

And i sent you letters that my brother wrote for me

Bitch, i lied, everytime i left town

I really stayed right here at home

Dickin hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom

With went straight to the asian spa, bitch

[chorus:]

Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You're no prize, no prize

Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You're no prize, girl, no prize

Bitch, i lied, i didn't buy you that

I stole you that, and then i stole it back

It ain't no mr. right without a mr. wrong

First, and you fucked up and met mr. worst

I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat

And kept on and never missed a beat

And bitch, i lied, my name ain't lance

I lied my way in and outta your pants

I never played football for Michigan State

I lied to your neden and it bit the bait

I never won a medal for winnin a back stroke race

But bitch, i lied to your face

I'm the motherfucker that stole your momma's purse

And watched you and your daddy blame it on her

I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes

(you look really good when you wear those)

[chorus:]

Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You're no prize, no prize

Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You're no prize, girl, no prize

Bitch, i lied, about so much shit

Half the shit, i forget

I tell you new lies to cover the old

I throw hot new shit on top of the cold

Flip the script up and talk you blind

Backwards, re-enactment, rewind

Tangle the topic, have you blamin you

For the fucked up shit i do

I told you i owned a Mcdonald's in Thailand

(and you bought that shit, damn)

I told you that Al Pacino was my man

(and you bought that shit, damn)

I told you a whole lotta shit cuz i can

(and you bought that shit, damn)

You're no brize, bitch, no prize

[chorus:]

Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You're no prize, no prize

Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You're no prize, girl, no prize