Everybody's Mad at Me

BAD, everybody's bad, BAD
When I retaliate, please don't be mad

BAD, everybody's bad, BAD
When I retaliate, please don't be mad

With me, everyone has ovaries and balls
Come across right maker, dookie stains their drawers
Try to hurt me, I hurt you
How the hell I owe an apology
Never stepped on your shoes, play me for monopoly
You’re fine, when insulting my manhood
Laughing with no remorse, like it’s all good
I can’t be the better person, taken for granted
Speak my brain, defend myself, facials are slanted
Damn! That wasn’t part of the script
He wasn’t suppose to hash it out, be equipped
I have patience, as I wait my turn
Gasoline on the same chaos, let it burn
No water, but I must stay hydrated
Won’t stand heat from losers, outdated
I rather be on a roof top
I’m not comfortable in a wide house
Telling me, it’s about to pop
I mute myself as a mouse
Eyes and ears on me, as if I’m a criminal
So many messages subliminal
Let's pretend he's an elephant in the room
until you focus on needing from me, zoom
Let's watch him as he goes in the kitchen
Don't talk to me like I'm one of little children
Let's sigh when he's using a computer
Ready to escape the madness, fly to Jupiter
Good thing, it all don't cause sleepless nights
I'm about to swing or shoot in any given fights
Even the nicest person has limits
When the feeling is felt being cut to bits
What’s up with this attitude and bitching
I’m surprised, no one is really snitching
Lost weight, gained it back, stomach pains to UTI
Hello, evil guy! No more Mr. Nice Guy
Meanwhile, I’ll do my best to get along
Expect no mercy, if you do me wrong

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