Think About That

You think you've won this dragged on battle,

But you're as gone and bloody as slaughtered cattle.

You think you're smart and you're making a good move,

But your game sucks as much ass as you and needs to improve.

You think you're a step ahead in this shit you call a game,

But I'm Mr. Moneybags and you're in jail like a lame.

You think you have something over me, boy are you wrong,

The only thing you have I don't is worn out Walmart thongs.

You think we give a shit about what's going on your head,

But we only give a shit about each other while we laid up in bed.

You think he doesn't tell me about your numerous attempts,

Keep on trying all you do is show your juvenile contempt.

You think you sent photos to him for only his eyes,

But their now spread all over like your hairy ass thighs.

You think he'll go back with kisses and open arms,

But those kisses are mine, go ring your alarm.

You think it'll go back to how it used to be,

Umm ok, back to when he deaded your ass and came home with me?

You think he's the daddy of your newborn child LOL,

All you're feeding over there is your cabbage patch doll.

You think it's OK to keep throwing tantrums like a brat,

It is, because at the end of the day he's in OUR bed, now think about that.