Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious
It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,
Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back
Just another annoying white kid trying to be black
Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,
Franky lymon the lime light gets old
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
Im blind 2 bullshit, see the name? therefor no ones annoying me
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
Your so fucking annoying i should call you a parakeet,
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,
I'm 'bout to clean house, yo, i'm lysol, now i'm just household
With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
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