Joseph Utsler - Over a b**h lyrics

What the f**?! Made one mistake and f**ed everything up What the f**?! Everything up!!!!! She was my girlfriend (f**en skank) so I thought She was down for me (sh** head b**h) till I got caught I was doin six months (up in a pen) sellin vikitin She was getting bu*t f**ed (in her a** whole) by my friend The day that I got out (ha ha ha ha ha) I bought me an axe I hid in her bushes (come on b**h) smokin crack He was drivin my car (what the f**?!) when they pulled up I hit him in the muda faken back of the head (pwwaa) made the b**h throw up! I k**ed sum body O-o-o-o-o-over a b**h O-o-over a b**h Oh my God! And I can't believe I did that sh** O-over a b**h What the f** is wrong with me? b**h b**h Now I'm doin forty years over this hoe What the f**?! Wha-wha-wha-what the f**?! Over this sh** head b**h I don't even know What the f**?! Any mooore Wha-wha-what the f**?! Bang pow boom baby! Wooooo She was good to go (fo sho) Took her to the movies (to the back row) We f**ed on the floor She had pop corn in her puss (cum on her a**) She was freaky as f** But she had a boy friend (Uh Oh) His name was chuck (f** him) He caught us in a red light (muda facka) and swung for my eye (pwwa) He f**ed up my paint (whaat?) chuck had to die I jumped from above (hiiiaaaaa) stabbed chuck in the head Then I got arrested (damn) now she's f**en dead instead I k**ed some body O-o-o-o-over a b**h O-o-over a b**h What the f** is wrong with me? And I can't believe I did that sh** O-o-over a b**h b**h b**h b**h Now I'm doin forty years over this hoe What the f**?! Wha wha wha what the f**?! All for this sh** head b**h I don't even know What the f**?! Any mooore Wha wha wha what the f** I met her at the roller rink, I think, dressed in pink Plenty of ink her nedden stank but I didn't care she had eye headed and a couple of years I was in love like a f**en s**a f** the rubber I f**ed her blubber I bought her sh** she taught me sh** I'm actin like a b**h so I ought to quit Some dude, rude goose their a** she got mad and slap me fast tried not to cry in front of my crew She asked me what the f** I'ma do He was a tree like seven three And she wouldn't let it be And finally he got shot I got arrested She moved on and now I get molested in jail You gota ask your self whose the b**h? Whose the b**h? Whose the b**h? You better ask your self whose the b**h? Whose the b**h? Whose the b**h? Now ask ur self whose the b**h? Whose the b**h? Whose the b**h? You gota ask your self whose the b**h? Whose the b**h? You the b**h! Bia-bia-bia-b*atch You the b**h! Bia-bia-bia-b*atch You the b**h! What the f** is wrong with me? Bia-bia-b*atch You the b**h! Bia-bia-bia-b*atch I k**ed some body Wha the f**?! Over a b**h Wha wha wha what the f**?! What the f**?! And I can't believe I did that sh** O-over a b**h b**h b**h b**h Now I'm doin forty years over this hoe f** this b**h f**-f**-f** this b**h Over this sh** head b**h I don't even know Any mooore DAMN!