The Reunion

This next song, is a true story.
here,
Cause some things in this universe
Dont make sense, but some how
Always seem to fuckin work
Flyin down I-75 bout to hop into 696,
I look over this fuckin chicks tryna fix
Her makeup. Im like 'Bitch, you aint a plastic surgeon.
I advise ya to put up your visor. Im getting kyna ticked.
Youre blocking my side mirror!' Shes like 'Yeah, so?'
'Im like 'So? You gon need a stitch, you keep acting like that, ho.
I look your husband slut? Thats a rhetorical question.
You talk to me like you talk to him, Ill fuck you up!
In fact, get in the back seat, like the rest of my dates...
No bitch rides shotgun. What, taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi-Pads up,
Is that what you actually asked me?!'
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
Says I annoy the fuck out her.
'Get the fuck in back. Put on your slut powder,
You slut. What?! Shut the fuck up now-or
Getcha feelings hurt worse than my last chick
When I accidentally butt-dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors UH-bout her.'
Turn the radio up-louder. Make it thump while I bump
That Relapse CD, tryna hit every bump in that cunt
Fore I snap back into act-SHUN
Cause she kept asking me to quit calling her 'cunt'!
I said 'I cunt!'
She said 'Marshall, You aint really like that. Ohh-oh.
Youre putting on a show, is your mic dead?
Youre breaking my heart.' She said:
'You're breaking my heart.'
Cause you aint really like that. Ohh-oh.
Youre putting on a show, is your mic dead?.
Youre breaking my heart.' She said:
'Youre breaking my heart.'
Uh. pull up to club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshalls at a white trash party, Im at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter, tweeting:
'Im feeling a bunch a bitches!', looking at a cheesing
I get approached by this little scheezer
She asked me I am the realest G cause Im Gucci from head to feet
I said 'Yeah, Im really is. Cause I spit in ya mans face
Like Cam did that little kid on Killa Season
She said 'Im feelin your big ego. Wait, am I talking wrong?'
I said 'Naw, Im a walkin Kanye/Beyonce song.'
She said 'Im mad at chu.'
I said 'Why?' She said 'Why you never
Make songs with chicks, as if its hard to do?'
I said 'I make songs for me, leave the studio,
And go an fuck the bitch who go on and make da songs for you!'
She said Im feeling your whole swagger and flow.
Can we hook up?' I said 'Ummm…
You just used the word swagger. So no.'
She said…
You aint really like that. Ohh-oh.
Youre putting on a show, is your mic dead?
Youre breaking my heart.' She said:
'Youre breaking my heart.'
Cause you aint really like that. Ohh-oh.
Youre putting on a show, is your mic dead?.
Youre breaking my heart.' She said:
'You're breaking my heart.'
We been riding around in this hatchback, til Im fucking hunchback
Where the fucks this party at, slutbag,
Cunt? Cut what act? Think its act? Fuck that,
Im tryna shag scuz. Better find this loveshack
Or somewhere the fuck-at… Ah! Dont touch that,
You fat dyke! Im trine hear some Bagpipes
From Baghdad. Dont act like
You dont like em: them accents. I rap tight!
And Imma torture you til we find this place. Yeah, thats right!
I thought it was just past this light… just past Van Dyk.
Better hit that maplight, read them directions. Oh yeah…
You cant read. And you cant write. You told me that last night.'
She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half, like
'Relapse sucked.' I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the lights, spun out, hit a patch of black ice.
Forgot we had trailer hitched to the back. We jack-knifed.
Bitch flew out the car, I laugh like, she deserved it.
She didnt think Id act like
That in person.
Marshall just crashed right in front of the
Verse 4 Da
Tell em I be there in a minute,
Im tryna break up this catfight
Between my mistress and damn wife
Then this chick wanted a hug. She was fat,
So I gave her dap, then I tell er to scat.
Im not mean, Im cute
On my way to the front door, taken the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a *lace* looking like Venus and Serenas hoofs
Im saying: them chicks gothorses asses, they been attractive.
Hope when they see me they dont slap me with them tennis rackets.

My mind drifted back to this shit. I see my wife, push her down
Step over her body, then smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and past the gat to Viscious
Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
He mocks the mistress, turns around gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted like Nickel, watch this
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch
He rode with and looks back to mention:
'Royce , its good to be back to business!'
You aint really like that. Ohh-oh.
Youre putting on a show, is your mic dead?
Youre breaking our hearts.' they said:
'Youre breaking our hearts.'
Cause you aint really like that. Ohh-oh.
Youre putting on a show, is your mic dead?.
Youre breaking our heart.' they said:
'Youre breaking our heart.'