I'll
bite your motherfuckin style,
just to make it fresher. I
can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches,
sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes. In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush, doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush. Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed, went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim
team. Don't
take me for a joke I'm no comedian, too many mental problems got me
snortin coke and smokin weed again,
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median, finally made it home, but
I don't got the key to get in.
