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One More Time
I know ladies may be saying, "This guy don't know what he's talking about."
But let the tables turn on you, ladies, he key your car, and burn down your house.
Let him throw bricks, you hit him and you go to jail.
You're getting packages, you getting the money in the mail.
Let him flatten your tires, let him rip up all your clothes,
Let him push and slap you, and break your nose.
Let him call the police, let him cheat,
Cut him with a knife, and you'll be in the backseat.
Let him come visit you, let him come to court,
Let him testify against you, then let the judge cut your life short.
When you pick a strap, let him scream and run,
Some probably do that anyway when they say she got a gun.
Let him curse you out, throw your stuff on the lawn,
Let him see you break in their house, and the police come with guns drawn.
Let him be in your shoes, you cut him with a razor,
Let the police tackle you and hit you with a taser.
There's women out there that's in jail for that,
Voluntary manslaughter with the swing of a bat.
That's why men don't try to fight, but don't temp him to,
He'll forget who you are and black out, and beat the hell out of you!
Ladies, you should be thankful that the shoe isn't on the other foot,
We'll be doing you bad, but we end up with our asses whooped.
If you keep your mouth on hush, you'll have some peace of mind,
If you nag, he'll say to you, "I got to whoop her, just one more time!"
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