look my opponent chose not to show
so i gotta trip wit no beat but i gotta a flow
suckkin dicks for dollars my momma wants a collar
now that she drapes me excact as my father
woulda stabbed her 85 times in tha skull
but im godly tryin to makit heaven wit ya'll
im not a kiss n tell eminem type bitch
id rather talk about white america to get my ass rich
since tha don of tha day came by
growin up ghetto on tha east side
trippin on bitches n gettin stupid high
callin out gangsta screamin a lie
white trash born n bread till tha day i die
gotta cross on my back reppin tha pain
gotta band on my wrist statin im insane
noone to blame push it on or dump it
i couldnt even makit through kindergarten w/o flunken
surrounded by ragin alcaholics chronics
and habitual mascikist ball licks
all i do is look for tha day when im done with this bitch