A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Like i was charlie sheen, i got tiger blood, that shit causes me to be mean,
I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms
And moms, she raised me well...
Shows to do, got record to sell
And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun
We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,
Still living home with ya moms/
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
I hated, some ritalin, some white socks
When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms
But i let off everything i have
Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass
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