They say you catch more flys with honey than you do with vinegar,
that's bullshit let this vindictive nigga for short call me vinegar, teach ya, I might reach ya, even preach to ya, will never deny ya, but let me run these thoughts by ya.

You see I get more flys, being fly, not a open, approachable guy, more flys from lies and not being shy, more flys from not being I.

When I use vinegar and other rancid hits they flock to me, like flys to shit.
Not because I'm the shit, but because I spit...that lame game that so many flys buzz to, sometimes more than two would pursue, for me to subdue.

You love vinegar it's what you crave, your feelings in a haze with your mind in a maze, leaving your heart in a daze for forty four days.
You want to be taken, emotion mistaken, your soul aching, happy with the abuse your heart is taking.

Ecstatic with the shallow,love imaginary, heart hollow. I Love You vinegar is what you bellow, when I say hello, are you ready to go?

You answer in excitement yes I'm all yours, on the floor, on all fours, not being a whore, not knowing what's in store but, just needing and not knowing that you wanted more.

When I use that honey, the sweetest of the sweet it's like halloween, but all tricks no treat.
Love retreats, puts pavement to feet and my heart sees defeat.
Is love that meek, real niggas that weak, not in demand in these streets?

What do you seek? Must my heart leak... all of it's worth and be seen as bleak for my love to eat? For my smile to greet and us to meet?

What can I do because I know if I'm true, I can't be with you, you won't let me through and do what I want to do and that's love you.

Emotions deep as the sea, and what I see, is that vinegar is the true key, leaves honey green with envy, that it cant keep me down on a honest knee, which do you want that vinegar or honey?