[Verse 1:Methotrexate]
She thinks she’s so sophisticated with her toms on
And talks about her ex-boyfriend even tho he’s long gone
Her best-friend loves football, beer pong and bon bons
But hates seafood so they never eat at long johns

These crazy ladies actually think their deeper than a paradox
There about as deep as carrot top…but even carrot top not scared of cock
So I dont need to hear ya talk, stop ya chatter box
Your always talking about the things that matter not

Thats why I need a badder flock like NASA needs an Astronaut
Need a badder flock like vegeta needed kakarot
Wether short, tall, smack or hot I need a badder flock
And that right there, tha thats just real talk

Man im tired of you ho’s who act stuck up
Until you get your guts fucked so hard your clits missing lugnuts
And im done with you dum sluts, whos favorite rappers include…
Soulja boy, lil wayne and young buck!?!?
Nah I needa lady with style
I haven’t found a woman in which I relate in a while
And thats sad…and it hurts me to say…
Instead of these whack ho’s I would rather be blazed
I would really rather watch the WNBA
And I would rather be afflicted with the bubonic plague

And thats sad, and ill say it again
On this song on a beat, in your face with your friends
See im just tired im just tired im just mothafucking tired
You are not what I desired and you leave me uninspired
(leave you uninspired?)
Yea you leave me uninspired but my flow is on fire
So I guess that im a liar….

[Verse 2: Methotrexate]
Were ain’t talking bout you ladies with class
Were only talking bout the bitches with there head up there ass
Were better than that, and bet we’ll stay clear of your drama
How does a one night stand flip the script to babies momma?
Is this Karma? you told me that your ass was on the pill!?
And when I was stickin you insisted that I nut in you and fill
That void inside your soul that gives you nightmares and chills
And my drunk ass had to be the one to fulfill ya will