My love for you is like a stretched rubber band
It can no longer expand
Adding more tension will cause it to break
My love for you is already at stake
See you have me confused my name is not Joan Cleaver
and your not the Co-Star Ward from Leave it Beaver
Keep acting up I'll sever us with a meat cleaver
Have you shouting and clapping your hands making you a believer

Subservient fulfilling your every desire is how you want me to be
Man this ain't Slavery! Last I remember my people were sent free
You better recognize the year is 2003
Yes I bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan
but what I really need is a positive black man

I need a man that doesn't view my intellect as inferior
Thinks less of me but Crowns his self as King Superior
wanting me to be you loyal concubine
Rather than treating me like a rare fine wine
Pouring me into a priceless flask
Afraid of commitment for you love never last

I want a man that spoils me 
With time and loads of respect
Never clocking me for my pay check
Because your ends are short
Reminding me that you need to pay your child support
Negro I am about to take your ass to small claims court
I am not the one your going to extort for my cash
I break your neck and give a serious case of whip lash
If you keep talking all that trash