Fake cigarettes, fake alcohol, fake friends
Fake feeling, fake intent, fake warmness
You invite me into your home and then shoo me out late at night

It's not that I want to shoo you out
If my husband sees, he'll start a fight
You're small, he's big. It'll be like hitting a dog

Knowing that I'm brave enough to come over
Your husband, I'm not afraid of him
Before he strikes, I'm going to curse him out

I think you're kind of dumb
You're going get hit like a drum
My husband is strong, he'll grab your crotch and squeeze

Don't underestimate me
I've learned Kung Fu for many years
Your husband breaks bricks? I know Tai Chi

My husband is a gangsta. He knows how to use weapons
He'll beat you easily and teach you a lesson

One on one battle
When I strike he will cry
Left hand grabs his hair, right foot kicks his ribs

You're brave enough to take on my husband
I'll be the referee
Whoever loses will hold the bedpan