Knock Yourself Out

You got your fax fur on, you're walking out the door
 You said you won't be 'round to see me no more
 You'll be preaching that you put the hurt on me
 But on the real side, woman, we shall see
 CHORUS
 Talk your trash, mama, it's alright with me
 I got my game uptight and you should have known it from in front
 I'm on top of the situation, so KNOCK YOURSELF OUT
 You've been places, girl, where you just don't belong
 I've been there, too, I'm not sayin that it's wrong
 You tell your friends that you got away clean
 But on the real side, woman, you were just a rhythm machine
 CHORUS
 I got the urge early last week
 To call you up just to hear you speak
 But I didn't want to waste your time
 'Cause on the real side, woman, you ain't worth a dime
 CHORUS