Where’s my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya’ go, yeah, yo’, yo’…
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i’ve been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin’ kid that’s behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean’s explodin’,
tempers flaring from parents, just blow ’em off and keep goin’, not takin’ nothin’ from no one,
give ’em hell long as i’m breathin’, keep kickin’ ass in the mornin’, an’ takin’ names in the
evening, leave ’em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they’ll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya’ probably sick of me now, ain’t you mama,
i’ma make you look so ridiculous now…
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I’m sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i’m
cleanin’ out my closet, {one more time}, I said i’m sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i’m cleanin’ out my closet…
I got some skeletons in my closet and I don’t know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and close it, i’ma expose it, i’ll take you back to ’73, before I ever had a
multi-platinum sellin’ Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot father
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