Artist: Dr. Ama Album: Sex, Crime & Audiotape Song: Miss Bum Bitch Typed by: Cno Evil "I know I can't afford to stop For one moment, that it's too soon To forget" 2x [Dr. Ama] Fuck a Valentine, got to mine, and do a violent crime Come to your residence, bitch, dump the silent sign Easy, blow a bag of piff, sip a Balentine Balance mine, recognizing you the average kind Baby girl, living a maybe world, shady Lately I have had the strangest feeling What the deal, front like you the type that keeps it real and Everything you do, truth revealing All that crab shit you been conceiling, do your thing, honey Painted on face, begging for money Youse a dumb broad, flowers are funny, can't overcome me It's evident, all that shit we sharing, was irrelevant Thought you was heaven sent, the way you sucked the dick so excellent Hope you got what you were looking for, you little Brooklyn whore Still stuck in limbo, you half breed bimbo Well fed hooker, sexing half the thugs in your projects A bag of smoke, some X.O. for the process My Sidekick pulling slide tricks to get some side dick Miss Bum Bitch, I put you on made you a fly chick Guess some crab nigga got you gassed thinking you high class But for now, I smack spit out your sly ass Stay out the hood, matter fact, bitch, leave New York Take your ass to A-T-L, somewhere, go back to eating pork Back to your Wal-Mart ways, Target to tie it Payless pumps, make them buyons stump, feed on fire Try to make your new man meat, but he's a liar He's my fan, you can't stand him playing my CD Saying every word, bird nigga wanting to be me Saw me on BET, now calling to see me Yeah, I'll holla, come to your house in the dirty south Dirty talk, only gets you fucked in your dirty mouth I got meat, yeah, ma, eat, skeet skeet skeet Wipe up, good looking on that nut, yeah, aight, smut B, pick your life up, no dough hoe Here's a bag of 'dro, got to G.O., Doc A finito