The Reunion (Album Version (Explicit))

Ayo this next song is a true story Cause some things in this universe Don't make sense but somehow Driving down I 75 about to hop on 696 I look over this fucking chick's trying to fix her makeup I'm like bitch you ain't a plastic surgeon I advise ya to put up your visor I'm getting kinda ticked You're blocking my side mirror she's like yeah so I'm like so You gonna need a stitch you keep acting like that ho I look like your husband slut That's a rhetorical question You talk to me like you talk to him I'll fuck you up In fact get in the backseat like the rest of my dates No bitch rides shotgun what taxi Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me Bitch reaches over and smacks me And says I annoy the fuck outta her get in the fucking back Put on your slut powder you slut what Shut the fuck up now Or get your feelings hurt worse than my last chick when I accidentally butt dialed her She heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her Turn the radio up louder make it thump While I bump that Relapse CD trying to hit every bump in that cunt Thought I snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me To quit calling her CUNT I SAID I CUNT She said Marshall you ain't really like that oh oh oh You're putting on a show is your mic dead Cause you're breaking my heart You're breaking my heart Cause you ain't really like that oh oh oh You're putting on a show is your mic dead Cause you're breaking my heart You're breaking my heart Uh pull up to the club in a Porsche not a Pinto While Marshall's at a white trash party I'm at drama central I walk up in there looking at my phone on Twitter tweeting I'm feeling a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga cheesing I get approached by this little skeeser She asked me am I the realest G cause I'm Gucci from head to feet I said yeah I'm really is cause I spit in your man's face Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season She said I'm feeling your big ego wait am I talking wrong I said nah I'm a walking Kanye Beyonce song She said I'm mad at you I said why She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do I said I make songs for me leave the studio And go and fuck the bitch who belong to who making songs for you She said I'm feeling your whole swagger and flow can we hook up I said umm you just used the word swagger so no You ain't really like that oh oh oh You're putting on a show is your mic dead Cause you're breaking my heart You're breaking my heart Cause you ain't really like that oh oh oh You're putting on a show is your mic dead Cause you're breaking my heart You're breaking my heart We been riding around in this hatchback until I'm fucking hunchback Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt Cut what act Think it's an act Fuck that I'm trying to shag scuz Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at ah don't touch that You fat dyke I'm trying to hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad Don't act like you don't like them them accents I rap tight And I'm a torture until we find this place yeah that's right Thought it was just past this light past Van Dyke Better hit that map right read them directions oh yeah You can't read and you can't write told me that last night She took my CD out the deck snapped in half like Relapse sucked I snapped hit the gas like Blew through the light spun out hit a patch of black ice Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back we jackknifed Bitch flew out of the car I laughed like she deserved it She didn't think I'd act like that in person Tell him I'll be there in a minute I'm trying to break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife Then a chick wanted a hug she was fat So I gave her dap then I tell her to scat I'm not mean I'm cute On my way to the front door taking the scenic route To avoid this chick with a lace front looking like Venus's and Serena's hooves I'm just saying those chicks got horse asses they been attractive Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets My mind drifted back to this shit I seen my wife push her down step over her body then smack the mistress Police outside I turn and pass the gat to Vishis Then I step out and see my evil twin he gives me an evil grin He mugs the mistress turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses Looks at me twisted like Nickel Yeah watch this shit He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with Looks back to mention Royce it's good to be back to business They said you ain't really like that oh oh oh You're putting on a show is your mic dead Cause you're breaking our heart You're breaking our heart Cause you ain't really like that oh oh oh You're putting on a show is your mic dead Cause you're breaking our heart You're breaking our heart