Its shit like this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
Ooops I did it again didnt I my shits harder
To figure out than what Britneys tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off again didnt I bitch
So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits
You know how many shits I give. I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I cant shit
Goddamn bitch Im rich I cant understand this
Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet
As close as Im ever gonna get to hittin it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when hes pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time
Let me know whats on your mind, Whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
Fuck your jewelery my records almost diamond, BEEOTCH!
Whats goin on in the world today
People fightin, feudin, lootin, its okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell em Dre- It aint nuttin but music
Eminem doesnt like NSync, well I do
So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Garys broke, Todds snortin coke, and Dana overdosed
I got two little boys wit me
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
Im up early wit my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley!
Alotta rappers are livin in la la land
Thats why I let my dogs out on the Baha men
As bad as a life I had, Im not mad
I dont need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My whole familys country, my grandmothers old fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie Im a flunky I could be a junky
I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene
To all the independent women in the house! (HOUSE!)
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!)
Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston
The shits shes usin (SNIFF!)
Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal
Got George Michaels, Tevin Campbells
PeeWee Hermans, peep show places
Public restrooms, beat those cases
Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into little body snatchers
Aint like where Im from, we dont bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns
Its sad but Im glad that Im made to rhyme
Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime
Its only music, media know it but they blind
I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine
Yall the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin
If you people get offended I dont care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh)
But holdin back on what I say just aint me
Now whats these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for um)
For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers
Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)
Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit
I dont jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just slap em, turn around and ask em this
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