Liar Songtext
von Dred Scott

I know you
Liar, liar, liar, liar
What y′all talkin' ′bout?

Piece by the piece, I find the missing link

Hit you with everything and my kitchen sink
Think, don't talk unless you're forced to speak
Look both ways when you cross the street
′Cause if I make a dollar, then I get nimble
My soul′s at peace so I don't need to swindle
A honey for her panties, that′s why Stacy's
Asking Batman if I still dig Tracy
One more thing left that I gotta do
I′ll wipe your wack crap off the bottom of my shoe
Without further ado, murder your crew

Mr. Magoo, yo, this nut's for you
So, open up your mouth, now what ya gonna do?
Just sit back, relax, take a sip of your brew
While I club ya, stuff you in a body bag, could ya


Figure out how I pick a rhyme like a booger
Out my nose, then I wipe it on your forehead
Do unto others, then one is what a brother once said
When I was young but I never hung with Eddie Haskell
Never bang a dollar when I was a little rascal
And if you can relate, then my bro, you would know that
Other lips would put paper cuts on your bozack
So what′s the problem? You wanna go further?

Deeper South, it's about word of mouth

Liar, liar, liar, liar
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back

See the world through the eyes of a kid though I'm grown
I hear the woman in the house next door moan
Her man′s workin′ late again so she got befriended

For her rear end, now she gets rear-ended
If the beat is fat, should I put it on a diet?
If a crack fiend is sellin' me a pull-out, should I buy it?
On the spot, on the spot, on the spot, on the spot
The soul leaves the body as the flesh starts to rot
The leaders with the little dicks have all the power
So the milk from the breast of the earth turns sour
Sad is the man with the barefoot blues
′Til he see the naked brother only havin' a pair of shoes


Tell a girl you love her, but is that really true?
Your genitals make you believe that you do
So she lets you ride her like the Lone Ranger
Ejaculation makes the girl look like a stranger
A complete stranger, in fact, you don′t know her
The door is what you show her 'cause you didn′t love her
'Cause here comes a brother bustin' down your door
Now you′re not the pimp you don′t want anymore
In the middle of the street, both fightin' nonstop
But who happens to roll up but a black cop?

See, if you′re white, they get your cat out the tree
But since my skin is dark, they get the gat out for me

Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar