We fight every night, now that’s not kosher
I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer
And wake up to be greeted by an argument again
You act like you’re ten
So immature, I try to concentrate on a cure
And keep lookin’ at the front door
Thinkin’ if I were to evacuate
You’d probably be straighter than straight
And wouldn’t have so much hate
‘Cause you don’t know the pain I feel when I see you smilin’
And when I roll up you start wilin’
So I front like everything’s hunky-dory
But it’s a whole different story
You don’t like the fact that I’m me
I don’t put on a show
When it comes time for you to have company
And your friends don’t understand your choice of man
They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can
But regardless, you shouldn’t have to be so raw
I’m lookin’ at the front doorAnd when you’re with your friends, I glide to the side
Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time
But when they’re not around, the fights commence
I’m the one you’re against and it doesn’t make sense
‘Cause I’m the one that you claim to love for life
But all I get is gray hairs and strife
And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role
And get foul every time you lose control
But that’s not my order of operations
So I should win an award for lots of patience
‘Cause that’s all a fella can have
With a girl who’s shootin’ up his world like Shaft
And I don’t think that I can take it anymore
I’m lookin’ at the front doorMy friends always tell me how I’m lucky to possess
The best looking girl in the whole U.S.
But every time you scream, you blow your finesse
Tryin’ to dis the Profess-
Or twenty-four hours of acting sore
Sometimes I wish you’d come down with lockjaw
So I don’t have to take in the breakin’
You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon
It seems like just two years
Back when we were bonded and not pierced
But now I keep itchin’ to jet
Sitting’ in the chair just to stare, set to sprint
Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint
I say it now like I said it before
I’m lookin’ at the front door
DAMN…i would not want to be katy perry right now. on the other hand, i think she might love the fact that she was the inspiration for this song.
HE DIDN’T WRITE IT
Therefore she isn’t not the inspiration it’s merely dedicated to her by him.
It was written when she was like 6 or 7
The best is one of his newer blog post;
“My Laptop is my new bitch. LOYAL. LISTENS. and NEVER LET’S ME DOWN.”
I also would NOT want to be Katy Perry right now.
Atleast her skin looks freakin flawless in the above picture.
Doesn’t it?!
Too bad she ruins it with those horrible eyebrows, lashes, and lipstick.
Oh and her awful hair. Both cut & colour. Oh well!
haha I agree.
She looks like she has store mannequin hair.
wow she is really gorgeous!
I was wondering when this would happen. They’ve been together for like six or seven years, when they were both no names (well, GCH hit it big, but not as big as Katy). But when Katy hit it big, it became OOOVER.
I think she’s gorgeous.. the only thing I would change is her eyebrows! They look too light and perfect.
I feel blinded by her face right now.
LOL
Her Hot n Cold makes me violently angry. That is one terrible, terrible song.
I actually had NO idea that she was dating Travis. I guess I never cared about his personal life enough to check into it. I like Gym Class Heroes music, though. Super catchy.
Isn’t she in one of their videos, now that I’m thinking about it?
She’s the last girl in cupid’s chokehold. :]
She looks like a wax image from Madame Tussards in this picture.
she has a sleepy eye.
I think she looks like a tranny.
she’s gorgeous. her eyes are si pretty. but whats with her hair? it looks like a wig.
What the…didn’t they just get engaged like 5 minutes ago? Eck, I used ‘like’ in that context.
“Shootin up my world like Shaft..” ??? that sounds so dumb. bwaHAHA
CRASH!
The sound of a million hearts breaking as we find out Beety is married :(
pay attention, alex. wendie wrote this, not beet.
d’oh :)
is it me, or does she look like a
deer in headlights in that picture?
Holy God!! My friend (yes it was my friends, not mine) had a blow up that looked just like this bitch. The only dude that would get turned on by this girl would be someone whose image of the perfect babe was imprinted by flipping through the pages of his grandfathers porn mags. Looks like early 1900’s bar whore to me. Could she be an Al Franken love child. That’s assuming he could get it up for a woman!
I would gladly play motorboat with her fantastic natural boobies!
to blog or not to blog may be the question, but never ever ever plagerize – esspecially if you’re a frickin’ song writer.
here’s the ACTUAL song that his “lyrics” are ripped from
Find it on the Magnum Force Album
Heltah Skeltah Chicka woo Lyrics:
[Ruck]
Fuck you bitch, word up
It ain’t all about you, huh?
Trying to make shit happen, fuck you
Aiyyo we fight every night, now that’s not kosher
I reminisce with bliss, before Eshkoshkah
We was closer, later on you was supposed ta
be the one that I stayed with but it
seemed that you played tricks
Every day it get worse, than the day before
Maybe you’re, actin too, immature
Insecure, plus I’m lookin for the cure
Keep flippin like you do I’m lookin at the door..
Ahh, motherfuck you
Playin, youknowhatI’msayin?
The fuck I look like huh?
One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh?
You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means
and mean what he say
When I say I’m lookin at the door bitch I’m obvious
Straight up and down
The fuck I look like to you huh what?
And when you wit your friends I slide to the side
until the spotlight is mine, and
always rep God Cipher Divine
When I, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came
to an understanding that you underhanded and lame
I should play some stuck-up rapper role
And get foul everytime you lose control
But that’s not my order of operation
Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population
But now you ain’t actin the way that you used ta
B so I can’t C you in my future
And I don’t think that I can take it anymore
Y’all know the rest.. the four-four
[Mike Stewart]
If the lovin ain’t right
You’re not home, late at night
All we ever do is fight
There’s a reason I should breeze
If the lovin ain’t good
And I never thought you could
ever treat me like you should
[ Find more Lyrics at http://www.mp3lyrics.org/3t1 ]
That’s a reason I should breeze
Fuck is the deal, huh?
You know what I’m workin with, I
gotta tie my shit to my knee
Fuck, my shit ain’t good, what?
The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch?
My friends always tell me I’m lucky to stay
dipped with the flyest chick from the B.K.
But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray
So every night to the most high a nigga pray
that me and my shorty make it to another day
If not fuck it Ruckus it wasn’t meant to go that way
But hey I can’t front it was good while it lasted
until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit
Some left field shit that a nigga can’t call
But all in all, I had a ball
I guess it’s better to have loved, and to have lost
Than to never have love at all
[Mike Stewart]
If the lovin ain’t right
You’re not home, late at night
All we ever do is fight
There’s a reason I should breeze
If the lovin ain’t good
And I never thought you could
ever treat me like you should
That’s a reason I should breeze
Youse a fuckin miserable bitch
man that’s my word is bond you
always want me around the shit
Misery love company man but you know what?
I’m gettin the fuck up on out of
here, ba-by, bet that
I ain’t gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh?
Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man
Fuckin Heltah Skeltah me and Rock yaknahmean?
Motherfuckin my brother
Illa-Noyz, man fuck you word up
Plus I got motherfuckin ?, knahmean?
Motherfuckin uhh, Mike Stew’
Singin what he singin, doin what he doin
[Mike Stewart]
If the lovin ain’t right
You’re not home, late at night
All we ever do is fight
There’s a reason I should breeze
If the lovin ain’t good
And I never thought you could
ever treat me like you should
That’s a reason I should breeze…
lavidjio
Wow. That was a cool story but completely inaccurate. Go into fiction writing?