Slowly he eased into the question
Are you Bitter he asked?
Quickly disgusted by the one I trusted I thought, bitter?
Bitter, bitta
Think you think I think I'm a bit betta
Than everyone else now that everyone else has become my enemy
Villain she who overcomes all odds and forgets the act of forgetting
Never letting one piece of her pain go
Pity though she be - I be the victim
I be a bitter one at that
Are you bitter he asked?
Bitter betta feeling a bit under the weather
Black man you better taste me.
Taste your concussion
The one you auctioned off to the highest bidder when
Pussy juice and love songs weren't enough
The one you beat to make yourself feel better
When times got rough
The one you left to die at her own hand
Because living without you just wasn't enough
Without you
The Devil's brew the black man's stew
Overflowing with black breasts and thighs
Black lips and eyes and bitter hearts
A feast fit for gods about all odds you'll always have your
Main ingredient
Her bitter heart, her bitter heart, her bo-boop bo-boop
Bitter bitta betta
Nigga you betta not ask me 'bout my taste
Who you think made me taste this way