Songtexte: ICP (Insane Clown Posse). Bitch I Lied.

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 your 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, everytime 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

(chorus)
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, 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 momma's 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)

(chorus)
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 mcdonald'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 brize, bitch, no prize

(chorus)
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