J-Toth:
She's gone...away...
gone, with my mixtapes...
gone, with my big breaks.
Anyway, it'll all be okay...
anyway, I've got her Sade...


TDB:
I want my records back, you can't keep them,
Anyways you said you'd give them back labor day weekend,
So what's the hold up?
You treat me like chopped liver and I hate cold cuts!
If you don't hurry up and give them back
I guarantee I'll go nuts!
Beat myself up over copies of old stuff
I haven't heard since before you and I broke up!
Give me my CDs, Bitch!
Leave em outside by the mailbox...
My Bee Gees, My Stevie, DC Talk, Woodstock,
Kid Rock and Tupac...
I could give a shit if you keep my socks but
I'll throw a fit if you try to sneak off with Speakerbox!
This madness has to stop before somebody gets jerked...
Humor me...
My 45s are all that's keeping me from going bezerk!

D Payne: Oooohhhh What's the big deal?
Those albums can't feel...
They're not real...(bitch!)

TDB: Yeah? Well keep it real then!
I sure as hell ain't feeling you Boo
At least I can feel them!
And that's the way it has to be...
Go and gank my Master P and I smash your Creed!
Why do you want them anyway?
You're always trashing me while
Sneaking my Jay-Z CD out in your DVD
Why don't you just join BMG?
The first 11 are a penny and the 12th ones free...
Now where's my Nelly, Young Jeezey, and
Soundbombing 3?
I want my records back, Honey...
Or their retail value in cash money...
And tell your Playboy Bunny friends
I don't care if that's crummy!
Your new man must surely have some mixtapes
of his own...
So fork mine back over and then please leave me alone!

(i'm not here)

Can't eat, can't sleep and when I do I dream about you...
I want to freak out...but it's not worth it without you...
Together Babe we got to see the good, the bad, the ugly,
and I loved every hellish minute
until you'd no longer fuck me...
I used to think that I was lucky...
Now I'm not...
I've got tears in my beer and a bag of bammer pot...
Both make me depressed...
All dried up inside...
On nights like this I wish this was the day the music died!
And that my death was broadcast live
like Presidential Assassinations with
talk of wasted potential...
Without you life isn't the same...
Like living in L.A. and making minimum wage...
It's not impossible...but damn close to it!
Tonight I'm like, Fuck It!
Time to make some overdose music...
I put you on a pedestal, gave you a hundred dollar bill,
Turned a blind eye when you got ill cuz
Ya got me high like Cypress Hill...
And I won't wait for you to care...
I'll just walk my path until I get there...
And I won't wait for you to share...
I'll give the Love I can spare...
But it don't mean a damn thing!
All these ladies ever want is the damn ring...
Damn kids, damn house and damn swings...
And damn lovers man...damn flings!
But you know I can't get enough....
The sex gets me more blown than the dro I puff
Drive by your house and now he's showing up...
My friends say they see you out on the town in his truck
'Jealous Much, Bra?' No Duh! I plan to beat him up...
(beat him up, beat him up...)