Bitch I Lied Lyrics - The Tempest - Insane Clown Posse

Bitch, I'm here to tell you I lied 

When I seen that thick ass it was over 

Nothin' else mattered, I ain't even care 

I pulled the rubber off when I stuck it up in there too 

Bitch, I lied to you, this ain't my home 

Kicked in the back door and now we're alone 

I stole the car that I picked you up in 

Plus me and your girl have been fuckin' 

Bitch, I lied, everything I said to you 

All steps to land in bed with you 

My watch is fake, this ain't my coat 

And I sent you letters that my brother wrote for me 

Bitch, I lied, every time I left town 

I really stayed right here at home 

Dickin' hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom 

With went straight to the Asian spa, bitch 

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it 

Look how you turned out to be 

You're no prize, no prize 

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it 

Look how you turned out to be 

You're no prize, no prize 

Bitch, I lied, I didn't buy you that 

I stole you that and then I stole it back 

It ain't no Mr. Right without a Mr. Wrong first 

And you fucked up and met Mr. Worst 

I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat 

And kept on and never missed a beat 

And bitch, I lied, my name ain't Lance 

I lied my way in and outta your pants 

I never played football for Michigan State 

I lied to your neden and it bit the bait 

I never won a medal for winnin' a back stroke race 

But bitch, I lied to your face 

I'm the motherfucker that stole your mommas purse 

And watched you and your daddy blame it on her 

I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes 

You look really good when you wear those 

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it 

Look how you turned out to be 

You're no prize, no prize 

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it 

Look how you turned out to be 

You're no prize, girl, no prize 

Bitch, I lied, about so much shit 

Half the shit I forget 

I tell you new lies to cover the old 

I throw hot new shit on top of the cold 

Flip the script up and talk you blind 

Backwards, re enactment, rewind 

Tangle the topic, have you blamin' you 

For the fucked up shit I do 

I told you I owned a Macdonald's in Thailand 

And you bought that shit, damn 

I told you that Al Pacino was my man 

And you bought that shit, damn 

I told you a whole lotta shit 'cuz I can 

And you bought that shit, damn 

You're no prize, bitch, no prize 

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it 

Look how you turned out to be 

You're no prize, no prize 

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it 

Look how you turned out to be 

You're no prize, bitch, no prize 

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it 

Look how you turned out to be 

You're no prize, no prize 

Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it 

Look how you turned out to be 

You're no prize