This is the part where we run hip hop
Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock
A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is
I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business
Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore
Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
I spent my whole life getting hurt and abused
And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma
Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy
And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun
//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women
Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision
Cause i was the one abused man i was the victim
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