manifest your one to talk..heard your had some gay tendencies/
like that pink focus you drive and why your always down on bended knees/
your pops tried to turn you boys into men but he turn you to fags/
soon as you brought home your first boyfriend he told you to pack your bags/
dont blame it on society its all your fault/
cause thats sugar in your tank you confused it for salt/
but thats not your only bad habit/
your alittle more than a faggot/
this is my oppurtunity to expose you and believe me ima grab it/
ok...your a gangsta you can take three to the head/
but you go home go to sleep and then you pee in the bed/
what kinda shit is that homie, your almost thirty/
theirs no reason you should make your boxers and bedsheets dirty/
grow up homie get a diaper or something/
and im not making this up to get known in this cypher or nothing/
cause its true you know just as well as i do/
so guy buy a bag diapers matter of fact its on sale so buy two