Flying down I-75
’bout to hop on 696
I look over this f****** chick’s tryna fix her makeup
I’m like, B****,
you ain’t a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor,
I’m getting kinda ticked
You’re blocking my side mirror, she’s like “Yeah, so?”
I’m like, “So? You gon’ need a stitch you keep actin’ like that, ho
I look like your husband,
s***? That’s a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I’ll f*** you up
In fact, get in the backseat,
like the rest of my dates
No b**** rides shotgun, what taxi?

-Bad Meets Evil.