Ode To A Jerk

Who the hell do you think you are,
To use me and put me down?
To touch me and kiss me when its convenient for you,
But when another woman cums,
You’re nowhere to be found.

What makes you think that I would understand?
Because we were friends before this all went through?
Then how come she gets all the credit,
When I was the one who was there for you.

But I know what you don’t know.
And I can see what you don’t see.
And when she leaves you to be with the man she really loves,
You’ll be all alone, ‘cause you can’t come running back to me.

Did you think that I would wait for you,
And be your sideline hoe?
Oh no,
Negro,
Try again, ‘cause I don’t think so.

You only want to come around when you think can slip inside.
Then another bitch comes along and you want me to hide.

See, the problem with this relationship is not me fool,
It’s you.
You need to keep your dick in your pants,
Then maybe you’d have a chance
For someone to really love you.
But keeping your penis in your pants
Don’t seem to be your pomp and circumstance
And so your bullshit don’t pull through.

See you think you’re a mack,
But you ain’t all that.
You make me sick.
I’m tired of your shit.
And to be perfectly honest,
I’m not down with it.

So when the pain I am feeling
Is lifted off of my chest.
And the anger that I am feeling
As been laid down to rest
And when I look into your eyes
And I realize
That about your tired, trifflin’ ass I no longer want to think

Because you are not worth my time,
Not worth my heart
Not worth my love
Not worth this ink.