Listen
Lis-listen

Man, I'm telling you the truth.
I already said it once, do I have to spell it too?
Just, (Lis-listen), Okay, L-I-s-t-e-n.
Do you get the picture bitch?
Don't just pretend (Lis-listen)
To the bottom of my soul, I,
I think I love you but you know I gotta go, so

Do you remember when we met first?
You were wearing that red skirt, titties hanging out,
Of course I stared at your breasts first, you then cursed,
"Excuse me, keep your eyes of my chest sir"
I said, "Pardon me, I was just admiring their texture,
When it comes to breast assist, I'm a regular expert".
You smiled, and then you laughed, playing hard to get,
It took a while to get you back, as you was wild just like a cat,
You said you like my point of views, my style, the way I rap.
We would focus on the good times, and never on the bad.
Sure, we was hoping for the good times, with all the time we had.
And you was kinda like a cat, 'cause you slided when you passed
Really beautiful, but you were violent when you scratched.
A boy within my flesh, constantly at war with the,
Poisons in my head, plus the choices weren't the best.
Shit were really pissin' me off, when you toyed within your bed
It was the time of my life, and the story of my death

So, Lis-listen

Man, I'm telling you the truth.
I already said it once, do I have to spell it too?
Just, (Lis-listen), Okay, L-I-s-t-e-n.
Do you get the picture bitch?
Don't just pretend (Lis-listen)
To the bottom of my soul, I,
I think I love you but you know I gotta go, so
Lis-listen

You'll be able to spit nails, kid. Like the guy says...