I ain’t even that type by Evonne

I ain’t even that type

I really would like to extend my hand to your face and slap the shit out of you man, But I’m going to keep things cool, cause we all grown and I won’t act a fool. For real for real, I ain’t that type

I want to drag you across this floor, just because I don’t like you, I don’t need more. Beat you ass from ceiling to floor, but hey you’re lucky, I ain’t even that type

I want to stomp you like a bug, slash yo throat roll you up in a rug, dump yo ass in that hole I dug. But again I really ain’t that type.

You’ve pissed me off, trying to bring my down, flipping my smile upside down into a frown. All I want is for you to sink into the ground; but again, I ain’t even that type.

You don’t even know me and don’t bother to try, the perception of me you’ve spread, is nothing but a lie.  I want to cut off yo lying lips and punch you in your right eye, I want to see you hurt but not necessarily die. But hey, I ain’t even that type

I try to be sweet and helpful as I can, but you’ve awakened a sleeping giant so fuck you man, run run run as fast as you can, and be glad, I ain’t even that type.

I hope your partner leaves you and takes yo kids. You find yourself wondering what the hell you did, you brought out the Evonne side of me, congrats kid that you did!

Surprise, I am that type.