Song Description

Its a song about going thru the court process for alimony. It's pretty funny.

Lyrics

it's dumb how
I gotta go to court
cause a dumb clown
Blew thru my life
screwed my wife
and left me stunned now

He tongued down
hit it from the back
the whole rundown
all in the bed
where my head rests at sundown

it's done now
I got no wife
and no funds now
she left with the stupid little dude
i wanna gun down

I should if left her
i knew she'd pull this crap
Stupid heffer
It's bitter
Taste that she left,
Lemon twizzler
Hey X,
Why your accent sounding French?
cause it fits here
I'll sit here
Gotta get this done
I cannot let her
Blow thru the case
In my face
like she is better
so 'F' her
i gotta let her go
stinkin pisser
She blew thru my dough and plenty more
Like a twister

The judge must of got bought off
He goes and gives her
The kids, the car, the house
She's gonna live there
his bed where they once made love
New man will sleep there
But hubby's gonna be messed up
You think that she cares?

She don't, and now i stress
while I sit here
If I dare
To speak my peace
The judge might declare
Everything I own, plus more,
is gonna be shared

Is anything he does seem fair?
Let me think here,
um, uhhh,
NOPE!
you'll need a drink here
You'll probably get left with the bill
cause something stinks here

she's won't lift a hand, nor care
you're gonna blink tears
she's busy telling her new man
of all of your fears

So see here
When she gets hot
And she has affairs
The judge is gonna pay her well
And give you no care
It's no fair
So don't go thinking
You can go there
The ex is gonna wipe you out
And leave you nowhere

judge man judge man
can i get a witness
place that you running here
is seeming like a big mess
people in and outta here
look at her with 6 kids
women hitting lotto
and the men are stuck in pig shit

round 2's here
i'm looking around
what can i do here
the men looking frazzled
cause they know they getting screwed here
come thru here
and when you leave
you'll cry for pooh bear
your too scared
cause man o man
it's bad how you fared

the lawyer coming thru with a crew
to bring the mayhem
and what the heck are you gonna do
you gotta pay them

your speechless
the judge broke you down
to little pieces
he's ripping you a new asshole
and then he creased it

she steady chatting up the judge
she needs increases
how do you suppose I live?
you freaking leeches

She don't care
Sell your ass to dirty cretins
Just have my money by the first,
or I'll be heated
I don't get a check in the mail,
you'll see police's
They'll put you in a stinky, dirty cell,
maybe you'll cease this

um, please bitch
you know that you're scum
and you're the meanest
the only time we had fun
was with my penis
and how you swore that you weren't dumb
i didn' t see this
i kinda wanna get up and run
cause i don't need this
you lucky there one thousand and one
big fat police's
they keeping me from getting undone
and then releasing
you're telling them that you were a nun
and never cheated
the judge already saying you won
and I'm defeated

you really make me sick
why'd you put me thru this stupid shit
i'm hit,
resigning to the fact, that i blew this shit
i quit,
they're taking all my crap and they're pawning it
that's it,
i'll never take you back, and i promise it

you're rich,
they took my check and gave you over half of it
you witch,
i hope you and your man will go choke on it
your guy,
i hope he sucks and be the worst you'll ever do
and I,
will always find a way, cause I'm a clever dude

judge man judge man
can i get a witness
this place that you running here
is seeming like a big mess
people in and outta here
look at her with 6 kids
women hitting lotto
and the men are stuck in pig shit


it's over,
our time has passed and now we gotta move along
bent over,
they ripped me 3 ways from where i belong
dead sober,
i ain't got the money left to buy a song
come closer,
i bound to be broke, probably die alone

i told ya,
the women now, they really gotta lotta balls
they'll roll ya,
it ain't just hips in designer thongs
not posers,
i ain't got shit and they got it all
not jokers,
let hear it for the girls, please applause ya'll

it's over,
our time has passed and now we gotta move along
bent over,
they ripped me 3 ways from where i belong
dead sober,
i ain't got the money left to buy a song
come closer,
i bound to be broke, probably die alone

i told ya,
the women now they really gotta lotta balls
they'll roll ya,