Friday, July 30, 2004, 12:32 AM

F.U.R.B.-EXAMS STRESS

Oh oh Oooh No no no (You know there is two sides to every story) See, I don't, know why You cryin like a bitch Talkin shit like a snitch Why you, write a song bout me? If you really didn't care, you wouldn't wanna share Tellin everybody just how you feel Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Don't go cryin you didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back What I did, was your fault somehow The presents, I threw all that shit out Don't go cryin you didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back You thought you could really make me moan I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha) I had to do your friend Now you want me to come back, you must be smokin crack I'm goin else where and that's a fact Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud? Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud Fuck it, I faked it, I'll rent you out Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back Well guess what yo, your sex was wack Whoa, whoa Uh uh yeah Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea You questioned, did I care? Maybe I would howl if you wanna come to me Now it's over But I do, admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs I can't swear bad cause I got to go Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Don't go cryin you didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back Whoa, whoa Uh uh yeah Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea YOU made me do this