Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
Fu* my real dad he was never in my life
Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag
I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad
I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
And come to find out my dad was in a different state
But tupac got shot and cost my dad more than a dime
Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime
My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,
Then you look like a fucking fool
And my dad abandoned us before i was born
And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn
And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.
Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
And sure enough my dad came one morning
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