Bitch I Lied - Insane Clown Posse

Bitch, I’m here to tell you I lied

When I seen that thick ass it was over

Nothin' else mattered, I ain’t even care

I pulled the rubber off when I stuck it up in there too

Bitch, I lied to you, this ain’t my home

Kicked in the back door and now we’re alone

I stole the car that I picked you up in

Plus me and your girl have been fuckin'

Bitch, I lied, everything I said to you

All steps to land in bed with you

My watch is fake, this ain’t my coat

And I sent you letters that my brother wrote for me

Bitch, I lied, every time I left town

I really stayed right here at home

Dickin' hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom

With went straight to the Asian spa, bitch

Hey look, I lied and I’m happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You’re no prize, no prize

Hey look, I lied and I’m happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You’re no prize, no prize

Bitch, I lied, I didn’t buy you that

I stole you that and then I stole it back

It ain’t no Mr. Right without a Mr. Wrong first

And you fucked up and met Mr. Worst

I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat

And kept on and never missed a beat

And bitch, I lied, my name ain’t Lance

I lied my way in and outta your pants

I never played football for Michigan State

I lied to your neden and it bit the bait

I never won a medal for winnin' a back stroke race

But bitch, I lied to your face

I’m the motherfucker that stole your mommas purse

And watched you and your daddy blame it on her

I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes

You look really good when you wear those

Hey look, I lied and I’m happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You’re no prize, no prize

Hey look, I lied and I’m happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You’re no prize, girl, no prize

Bitch, I lied, about so much shit

Half the shit I forget

I tell you new lies to cover the old

I throw hot new shit on top of the cold

Flip the script up and talk you blind

Backwards, re enactment, rewind

Tangle the topic, have you blamin' you

For the fucked up shit I do

I told you I owned a Macdonald’s in Thailand

And you bought that shit, damn

I told you that Al Pacino was my man

And you bought that shit, damn

I told you a whole lotta shit 'cuz I can

And you bought that shit, damn

You’re no prize, bitch, no prize

Hey look, I lied and I’m happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You’re no prize, no prize

Hey look, I lied and I’m happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You’re no prize, bitch, no prize

Hey look, I lied and I’m happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You’re no prize, no prize

Hey look, I lied and I’m happy for it

Look how you turned out to be

You’re no prize