I've tried treat you right,
I'll you all my money,
I'm because you is my wife.
You never give me a dime.
Now, I often read it
that we poor women don't
get no credit.
Now, for those good things
that we tried to do.
What did you try to do?
Now, Mama, I must be a geek.
That's all right, butthound,
everybody has got a right to think.
Now let me tell you something.
Now you don't know me, Sam.
You don't know what kind of gal I am.
Now, Daddy, I've got a razor,
and it's a blazer.
And believe me, Papa,
it don't bother no man.
If you ain't home, mama,
by the break of day
What are you going to do
about it?
I'm going to put something on you,
baby, you didn't care, wait
I'm going to knock -knock on your head,
like Polly choked Fry
Besides that, for a little present,
I'm going to give you two black eyes
When I hit you, you're going to fall out,
you're going to have yourself
a fit
I'm going to turn your nose up,
so it's not raining in
I'm gonna give you uppercut, baby,
that you can't refuse.
Gonna strike you so hard in the top of the head,
gonna knock the
bottom out your knees.
When I hit you, if you stand up,
you'll do an awful funny stunt.
Cause I'm gonna hit you so hard,
you're gonna have
your grandfather run.
I'm gonna take my razor,
gonna chop you round and round.
When I get to chopping on you,
mama,
gonna run you clear out of town.
For when I get mad, I love to fight.
Why? Oh, you dirty mistreater.
You don't treat your baby right.