Another Statistic Songtext
von Chubb Rock

Four out of ten murders are love related
Keep your butt in-a your pants
And these things won′t happen to you
Check out the boy ya story


Tell him, excuse me, I beg your pardon
Inform him, that Chubbs is playin' in your secret garden
Cause he didn′t cut the lawn correctly
I have a green thumb, you're not dumb, that's why you sweat me
You wanna have your cake and eat it too, so do I
Cause sneaking around, was sneaking around, so why
Do you wanna continue, coming to every venue
You don′t tell him, I′ll offend you
This ain't right, so put him down on the scoop
That you′re a blow up sex doll for every group
Where are the footsteps that you followed?
Tippy-toed to my crib and did me a solid
You answered every question I ever had on the female anatomy
After you sat on me
Cheating is more serious than the taking of Pelham
So tell him, before I tell him

If Mary had told her boyfriend like she was supposed to
None of this would be happening


Tell him, his feelings you disregard
You took his credit card, went on the boulevard
You bought me shirt after shirt with his hard earned work
You treat him like dirt
My conscience said to me, yo Chubbs, you better be
Careful, she gave you the keys to his Cherokee
Jeep, but I don't wanna go six feet deep
In the dirt for some skirt
I was gonna cut her off, but the stuff was kinda dope
The dope even paid my car note, nope
I′m gonna let her go yet, until I get
This girl can really get me out of financial debt
So I chill, passion kill, tears spill
On the innocent girl, then overspill
The guilt stuck in my chest, so I suggest
That you tell him, maybe you can start off fresh
Cheating is more serious than the taking of Pelham
So tell him, before I tell him

If Mary had told her boyfriend like she was supposed to
None of this would be happening

Here's one more bang for the road
Never again will you explode
Like this, you might miss the imprint of my fist
Embedded in the bed by your head
Don′t leave me Chubbs, don't leave me Chubbs, she screamed
I got access to all of his green
I lust for your pelvic thrust, so why don't you trust
Don′t fuss, he′ll never find out about us
But baby, I can't see you no more and
Let me see who′s at the door
Yo, who are you?

Who me? What you doin' man? Well, I′m gonna go shot ya
If Chubbs had kept his prick in his pants like he was supposed to
None of this would have happened