F.U.R.B. (F U Right Back) - Pop Feast

Ohh

Ohh

No, no, no

(You know there are 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

Fuck all the cryin', it didn’t mean jack

Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back

Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow

Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out

Fuck all the cryin', it 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 turn to your friend

Now you want me to come back, you must be smokin' crack

Im goin' else where and thats 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, aren’t you proud?

Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back

Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack

Oh, oh

Uh, uh, yeah

Oh, oh

Uh, uh, yeah

Oh, oh

Uh, uh, yeah

Oh, oh

Uh, uh, yeah

You questioned: «Did I care?»

Maybe I would have if you woulda gone down there

Now it’s, over

But I do admit I’m glad, I didn’t catch your crabs

I can’t sweat that 'cause I got to go

Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow

Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out

Fuck all the cryin', it didn’t mean jack

Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back

Oh, oh

Uh, uh, yeah

Oh, oh

Uh, uh, yeah

Oh, oh

Uh, uh, yeah

Oh, oh

Uh, uh, yeah

You made me do this