Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
The baddest of the bunch i'm eating rappers up for breakfast
Never present at breakfast, you just never attended, couldn't digest it.
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner
I eat emcee's like you for breakfast daily,
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
His life too risky for a baby or a wife
I'm on deck i'm up next
On toys for my baby princess
But tonight is all for me, so baby sleep tight
Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right
Hey baby this ones only for you
Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
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