I’ll Be Damned D12

[Intro: Proof]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all the girls with burgundy hair get in free
G-Unit in the house! What up, baby
Performing live tonight live on stage Captain Save-A-Ho
And the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out, y'all
All my Detroit players, let's go!

[Chorus: Kon Artis]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
You know all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money hungry woman set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
You damn right, yes, I love menage-a-trois
And I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah"
I'm a Trick Daddy nigga, so, bitch, how you figure
That I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk
But your badunkadunk keep my mind on hump
When my mind's on hump it mean my .9's in the trunk
And Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
That your man is, and I'm a freak undercover
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother
I got five of them motherfuckers trying to smother me already
We can't go steady, but you can give me head
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shed
My chapped lips will cut nipples when breast fed
And on the way, leave the bread with Achmed
I'd love for you to stay, but I got another date
With a fat chick that eat cake on play skates
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grapes
Plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape (Ahh!)