Verse 1
Pointing fingers, laughing and calling her a fag,
Slow down, watch now, cause now who’s the drag?
Stupid, low life she’s not your punching bag,
Desperate guy paying money just for a shag,
Picking out a girl who has a lower price tag,
All the money in the world and she says no,
So you shove her in a duffel bag,
Moving and waving her hands like a flag,
No one there to nag,
So he zips the duffle bag,
Chorus
Dude, this ain’t right,
Let the poor woman see the light,
We know its twelfth night,
But you gave the woman a fright,
Dude, this ain’t right,
Verse 2
He opens the duffle bag,
Forces the woman on the bed,
Pulls on her under thread,
Woman scream don’t get ahead,
Man pulls a knife and here we see how the woman bled,
The man said,
Don’t dread,
Or you’ll be dead,
It was hard for the woman cause her skin was shed,
Her blood came pouring like crimson red,
Chorus
Dude, this ain’t right,
Let the poor woman see the light,
We know its twelfth night,
But you gave the woman a fright,
Dude, this ain’t right,
Verse 3
Bang! Bang! Bang! Police men shooting down the door,
Came running in and saw the woman’s blood on the floor,
Saw the rapist’s knife in the drawer,
Police men wondering what this crime account for?
But we wouldn’t know cause the guy isn’t seen anymore,
Maybe at a local store?
Or he may even come back for a day of war,
The woman is okay,
But the fact that she was gay,
Made her thoughts begin to weigh,
So glad the guy has gone away,
But until that day,
Comes back we say..
Chorus
Dude, this ain’t right,
Let the poor woman see the light,
We know its twelfth night,
But you gave the woman a fright,
Dude, this ain’t right.
Dude, this ain’t right,
Let the poor woman see the light,
We know its twelfth night,
But you gave the woman a fright,
Dude, this ain’t right.
