This is a song about "Bad tempered bastard"

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Fatherless son to the rap game bastard

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

This a different motor man better go to work

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Or i could be the father you and you could be the bastard