Fuck.

Uh... Yeah... Okay.

 

Fuck it -

 

Spittin' shit like a booty, wait what,

my minds all backwards 'cause I'm fed up with the coochy,

realities distanced like a kid with cooties

and I'm reachin' out like teenagers groping at the movies.

Bitch I like you and I think we can get groovy,

fuck, I sound like a nigga from the sixties,

wishin' that someone would really miss me.

Take a sip 'cause I'm sharin' Coke with a missy,

I cried a lot in fifth grade, got old homies - new homies -

callin' me a sissy.

What is this garbage.

Life's dullin' out like a knife with no edge,

and I'm waiting for it to end, take a step closer to the ledge.

I know I sound suicidal, like a cryin' little nigga, look at his eyes drool.

 

There's this uh... there's this retarded nigga who likes to drool. Yeah.

What?

Momma told me to get a summer job,

gettin' paid 2 dollars an hour to clean up retarded kid's slob,

meanwhile contemplating that bitch slobbin' on my knob,

corn on the c - fuck.

I guess it rhymes right? Nothing makes sense to my lazy ass

lighting up grass in the night.

Not by might - not by power,

but I guess it's okay if you call it black power,

this revolution will not be televised, shout out to my nigga Matt Lauer.