The rap game you cherished, cut your pussy and left you airless
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous
Oh shit sorry billy, you guys know billy ray cyrus righy mileys dad who made her famous,
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.
I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.
And that's all i long for in my rap career
So on my way here i hit a couple of queer
Constantly rippin those who run this rap monopoly
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
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