I'm messin' with your conscience
And where your face can't hide
Things are gettin' real funky
It's not the skunks that are stinkin'
It's a stinging lie, do you tell?
What did your mama tell you about lies?
She said it wasn't polite
He said one white one turns into a
It's getting ready to blow
It's getting ready to show
Somebody shut off at the mouth
And well, we're getting ready to know
It's getting ready to drop
It's getting ready to shock
Somebody turned up the heater
And it's getting ready to pop
Now what do we have in here
Having a daytime nightmare
Always been your biggest fear
Yet you cry, why am I the victim?
She said it wasn't polite
It's getting late this evening
You're getting ready to freak me
Somebody picked up the talk box,
Somebody gonna let the lid off,
Somebody just dropped a big dime,
Somebody fired up the brimstone,
you're getting ready to burn
You're getting ready to shake it,
you're getting ready to ache it
Somebody snitched you a new screw,
you're getting ready to break it
You're getting ready to lie,
you're getting ready to spy
Somebody been put on the hot seat,
you're getting ready to fry