Ladies and gentleman This is a love song To my angel I bet you probably wonder who that is Well If you're crazy as fuck Then it could be you Okay, well now here we go Met a little pretty thing out of Puerto Rico She was everything I wanted Thought I needed the most But when they claim to be an angel Then they probably a hoe Hold up, you say she a hoe? Damn right, she a hoe The type that Nate Dogg was talking about in "Area Codes" And now I'm feeling all embarrassed all in front of my bros 'Cause every single one of them keeps saying "Man, I told you so!" God damn, okay, what's a rapper to do? You run your mouth about me, I'll make a song about you And don't you dare try to sit here and tell me that it ain't true Even your so called friends all say that you do But it's cool 'Cause here I am saying "please take me back" 'Cause I could use some new material to write some new raps And I could use some inspiration just to get a new plaque So hit me up if you're down for that? I'd rather go and bungee jump without a rope off a cliff I'd rather go let Stevie Wonder drive me home in a whip I'd rather drink with Jeffrey Dahmer, spend the night at his crib I swear that I would rather die than get back with you again I hate you Oo, ah, ah Man this shit is bananas Double life and personalities, you Hannah Montana How you gonna cheat on me with every dude out in Tampa Then come back and get mad at me because I cheated with Anna Hold up, you cheated with Anna? Of course I cheated with Anna I bet you thought I'd never say it on a song Wouldn't man up What did you think? That I would feed my fans some fake propaganda? I let a woman cheat on me first 'cause your boy got manners You fucked Kevin, and Kyle, and Dean Carlos, and Kal, and Ali Whatever number you say Multiply that by 3 Add a 0 to that Then double that to see The real total number Wait... that's more than me I'd rather go and bungee jump without a rope off a cliff I'd rather go let Stevie Wonder drive me home in a whip I'd rather drink with Jeffrey Dahmer, spend the night at his crib I swear that I would rather die than get back with you again I hate you I, I, I hate you I, I, I hate you I, I, I hate you I, I, I hate you I'm just playing baby You know I love you Biatch!