Lyrics:

F.U.R.B - 22/05/2004
3 weeks at #1 - 16 weeks on chart

Oh oh
Oooh
No no no

(You know there are two sides to every story)

See, I don't, know why
You cryin like a bitch
Talkin' shit like a snitch

Why you, write a song bout me
If you really didn't care, you wouldn't wanna share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel

Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack
Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back

Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack
Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back

You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to do your friend
Now you want me to come back, you must be smokin' crack
I'm goin else where and that's a fact

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, I'll rent you out
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

Whoa, whoa
Uh uh yeah

Whoa, whoa
Uh uh yea

Whoa, whoa
Uh uh yea

Whoa, whoa
Uh uh yea

You questioned, did I care
Maybe I would howl if you wanna come to me
Now it's over
But I do, admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs
I can't swear bad cause I got to go

Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack
Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back

Whoa, whoa
Uh uh yeah

Whoa, whoa
Uh uh yea

Whoa, whoa
Uh uh yea

Whoa, whoa
Uh uh yea

You made me do this