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mom's got sick and she can't walk No high school diploma But I know math Ain't write one song and she still want half Dead beat dad is what the media
I'm just another ghetto boy Single parent upbringing, mama's pride and joy Dad died 'fore I got a chance to meet that dude So I was raised in the hood
hardcore serial killin', I done mastered The church of the criminally sick, I'm the pastor My dad used to beat up my mom, I'm a bastard Now ask her,
(Verse One) Niggas get stomped when they step with that bullshit If you got a firearm, go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you
over it, niggas ya hang around (do it a) To the point when you came in the house when they came around (let's do it again) And - My dad was dead so these
it by sellin everythang that's when he broke into his older son house mayne it's strange to watch ya dad box ya beat ta death talkin about, "All you
own They say I degrade women But they degrade they self They didn't have help, growing up She had a dead beat momma And a dead beat dad She go and
is suicide receiving me by my tec9 although my tattoo reads 'no more pain' lately i feel the needle hit me up in vein most of my real niggas are dead
rhyme and live in life's a contradiction, You need to listen closely to the words I speak, Also get accustomed used to the word defeat, Bless beats like
And said, "Hey boy, you look mighty cute in them jeans!" This had to be the most embarrassing thing in the world My whole neighborhood was watchin me get beat
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit Now it's been written that all men are equal but then it's legal When they beat us
be heartless break the window out the Lincoln and screwdriver start this muggin people droppin on 'em from street lights stab 'em with garden tools, or beat
But ya still make morning paper Kelly found dead in her bathroom Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room No, Kelly found dead in her backyard 'cause
! Dad! Ah!) Does the Boogie man really exist? Well, is your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? Yes You fall asleep and you wake up dead With a broken
be heartless Break the window out the Lincoln And screwdriver start this Muggin people Droppin on 'em from street lights Stab 'em with garden tools, Or beat
in the basement, stinkin What the fuck am I thinkin'? I put my face-paint on and go down stairs And beat they ass some times, cuz it ease my mind Some of them are dead
