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Liar


She ain't got much sense As a matter of fact, she's pretty dense She's passed the age of 13 But she doesn't act like a grown ass woman at all She just lies all the time Go ask her mother, she's known what a liar she was since she was very small Like thinking that those crocodile tears will make people believe that she's telling the truth But you can tell she's lying just by the way she talks and Caused nothing but trouble long before her youth She may say "Please believe me, I'm telling the truth" But you know what comes out of her mouth is nothing but lies (Pre Chorus) Like that bull shit story about the man with the invisible gun The one who she said attacked her by saying he had a weapon under the driver's seat You know the guy who had that imaginary invisible gun Okay, did he show you a gun or did you just earn ten bucks like a cheap meth whore on the street? Well tell me the truth and don't lie Oh that's right, you can't tell the truth All you can do is play your little bull shit game and stand there and cry (Chorus) Nobody did a damn thing to you There's no such thing as an invisible gun Well you said that he told you he had a weapon under the seat So why didn't you just jump out of the car and run And don't tell me that bull shit story that it was done against your will How much money did he pay you for that twenty minute thrill Did he give you five? Ten? Fifteen bucks for some head? Please don't lie to me bitch He didn't have no damn gun otherwise you'd be dead You call yourself a victim of sexual assault I call you a liar Damn straight it was your fault Liar Liar Liar Lying filthy tramp Look at how your hair looks And look at those clothes you wear No wonder the guy thought you were a speed whore Don't you start that crying shit It's all lies anyways So I don't fuckin' care Stop that damn crying or you're going to get hit I hate liars Especially ones like you Doing bad stuff then lying about it Is something you sure know how to do As a matter of fact you can leave this house if you're going to lie to me Now you tell me the truth Did you get money for that trick you turned or did you do some stranger for free? (Repeat pre Chorus) (Repeat Chorus) I can't believe what a liar you are I've never heard of an invisible gun before Did he threaten to shoot you with bullets made out of air too? Is that what made you decide to be a cheap whore? What? You weren't smart enough to jump out of the car? The thing was parked on a deserted dark street You could've ran but you needed that five bucks or whatever he paid you To go that far (Repeat Pre Chorus) (Repeat Chorus) Did you go out shopping with that filthy money you made? How nice that you can lie to my face about getting money while being attacked Oh so that's why you did that guy for ten bucks Cause you were afraid? Oh no, that man has a gun made out of air Do you know how crazy that sounds Oh you say he grabbed you by the hair? Well you sure don't look bald to me You say he used it to whip your head around everywhere Okay, Your hair looks all there to me Don't lie and say he used your hair to force your head into his lap Did you see a gun or not? If you keep on lying to me you're gonna get slapped (Repeat Pre Chorus) (Repeat Chorus) I tell ya, I never met anyone who can lie as much as you can Save those fake ass tears cause I don't give a damn You lie too much I can't stand a liar (Guitar Solo) (Repeat Chorus) (Coda)
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