‘Must Think I'm Crazy (The Anti-Cuff Song)’

Verse 1:
Since I know ya hotspots, I'ma push ya buttons
Are you gon' give it up is the main discussion
If you ask no questions, I tell no lies
I need a, freak baby, that stay hot 'tween them thighs
My starship, get a nigga for that trip to Venus
Intergalactic girl, Barbarella on my penis
Deep space nine, incline ascent for that climax
Sex in the city -- I ain't spendin' my racks
Lost ya mind thinkin' you'll get a dime
Of mine; bitch -- go dive in a coal mine
An' get trapped or get pimp-slapped, this mine, ah'ight?
Gold diggin', that's why I'm givin' ya pyrite
See I write the songs ya homegirls sing
I don't need ya, ma, you don't mean a thing
If we're a item, accessories are sold separately
I'll make yo ass a memory...

Hook(x1):
I'm so outrageous
Won't take you places
Never buy you thangs
No trickin', baby
Just get to steppin'
No second-guessin'
You want a ring
Must think I'm crazy

Verse 2:
Look, I ain't the marryin' type
'Cause most bitches known to half-step an' carry a knife
Cross me, I end up the bury ya type
So keep that matrimony shit out my area, 'ight?
I'm that guy, the walk around wit' a barrier-type
Build walls to keep whores blocked; heart's Fort Knox
Double-bolted wit' rabid guard dogs, 4 dobermans an' 4 rotts
Try an' break-thru I build more blocks
Girls are dumb, I got Axe Cop logic
Straight tightwad like a spitball
You gets no profit, so just back off it
Better find a sorry sap back at college
I know her type, she just want a nigga wallet
Spoiled rotten, she'll curse daddy like Journee Smollet
Some bought it hook, line an' sinker
Not a idiot, tho I fell (fail) in my 15's like a Inca

Hook(x1)

Verse 3:
First name must be "Fuck You"
'Cause when we conversate, I'm hearin' ("Fuck yooooou!")
Sayin' you love me, but you fucked who?
When I see that nigga my gat's screamin' ("Buck yooooou!")
Booyakah! Blaow! Slam the nigga like Budokai
There was supposed to be a bond 'tween you an' I
But I see the truth, baby you lie
That's why I relish everytime that you cry
Think you sly, wanna kiss an' make-up
(After suckin' the next nigga's dick)
I believe in second chances, but you wit' that bullshit an'
(That's how bitches get fucked up)
Played me for a fool like you bluffin' wit' 6 Jokers
So queen, make your moves, this been over
An' it's noted you're a tramp
You only a bad bitch in the summer -- Sleep Away Camp