This is a song about "Nigger nigger nigger"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Everybody finger point in your direction

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor