Big Poppa, coming at you melodically
With some style and some melody, for you
Everybody loves the springtime
They like the new buds on the trees and the birds
Singing their beautiful, beautiful song
It's the perfect time
To bend right over and get
Screwed by the next person that you got to deal with
Nobody loves a two-faced liar, no, no
Nobody loves a guy who says one thing then writes another on a piece of paper
Maybe a third with their foot behind their back
They'll screw you blind
And leave you behind, my boy
Nobody, nobody is gonna get in on me like that
I don't know why (I don't know why)
You spit in my eye (You spit in my eye)
I don't know why (I don't know why)
You spit in my eye (You spit in my eye)
Nobody loves trying to make a relationship no more
I said that, nobody loves trying to have interrelations with other people or entities
They confuse things and add their own rules
Make you walk out feeling like a damn fool
Nobody likes doing that kinda shit with them kinda people
I don't know why (I don't know why)
You spit in my eye (Why you spit in my eye)
I don't know why (No I don't know why)
You spit in my eye (Why you spit in my eye)
Oh, woah, oh woah, I don't know
Turn the wheel, it's your turn to squeal
Goddamn do you think I fell off the turnip cart yesterday, do you think I was born Yesterday, do you think I just walked into this thing yesterday, bitch?
Seen it every day, in every possible way
Nobody loves getting their head kicked in on a regular basis, y'know, my friend
Nobody loves waking up in the morning and realizing just exactly where you're at
The corner of Shitsville and Bad Contract
I don't know why (I don't know why)
You spit in my eye (Why you spit in my eye)
I don't know why (No I don't know why)
You spit in my eye (Why you spit in my eye)
I ain't gonna try, I ain't gonna try, I ain't gonna try
I'll spit in your eye, spit in your eye, spit in your eye