Tag: Douglas Firestein

Wedding Day Written by Douglas Firestein Standing in the doorwayReading your letterI couldn’t help but wonderWhat i could do better I gave you a houseA new car and a ringBut you still left my assFor his ten inch thing I’m not gonna be upsetInstead I’ll Read More …

I Know (I Know) Written by Douglas Firestein I walk downstairsAnd I see your faceIn that momentIt’s my favorite place You smile at meAnd I return one tooI hope you can seeHow much I love you In a disappointing worldYou’re my source of hopeIf it Read More …

Stoking Me Written by Douglas Firestein I always thought thatI didn’t deserve youI really believed thatYou felt that way too When I came homeAnd saw lights were onI never expected to see youRiding that guy’s dong Pouring gas cansStriking matchesA fire I’m fanningFor the world Read More …

Forget Her Written by Douglas Firestein We keep having thisTired conversationI kept all my promisesBut you left in frustration I can’t bleed anymoreI gave you all my heartThen you ran like a bitchTo another sucka’s arms Baby it’s a good thingI sharpened up my axeThought Read More …

Go to Hell Written by Douglas Firestein We had a great thingThe two of us didBut you got skanky andHad to ruin it I knew other suckasWere sipping your nectarAnd I was ready to pound themCos I’m your protector What we hadIt’s gone baby, it’s Read More …

Barbecue Written by Douglas Firestein I try to turn a blind eyeConsider everything normalBut seeing you sleep aroundIt’s far beyond hormonal There’s a line in the sandYou crossed it awful fastWhen that young white pool boyChlorinated your ass You complained I’m selfishThat I don’t meet Read More …

Mama Said (Eat Your Breakfast) Written by Douglas Firestein I know you are just a babyBut we need to have a talkI love you more than lifeBut you are killing your mom I only get a few hours sleepEven those are bad thoughI am legally Read More …

Gold Teeth Written by Douglas Firestein I’ve been staking out this barA place where suckas meetIt makes my job a lot easierWhen i can take out two or three When the slow song starts upI’ll pull the nearest fire alarmAs you all exit the buildingI’ll Read More …

Ghetto Boss Written by Douglas Firestein Better count your blessingsPawn off anything that sellsGive the money to your mamaBefore I ring your sucka bells Make a call to insuranceGotta cash out that premiumTime to auction off your soulIts the only way you leavin’ here I’m Read More …