![]() ![]() My faggot father must had his panties up in a bunch, 'Cause he split. I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple a months. I'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD. So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it, I'ma expose it. I got some skeletons in my closet, and I don't know if noone knows it. I never meant to make you cry, But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet. Aint you mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now. Look at me now, I'll bet your probably sick of me now. ![]() See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out. Leave 'em with the taste of sourest vinegar in their mouth. Keep kicking ass in the mornin' and taking names in the evenin'. Not takin nothin' from noone give 'em hell as long as I'm breathin'. All this commotion, emotions, run deep as oceans explodin', Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow him off and keep goin'. Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, Sick is the mind, of the motherf*ckin' kid thats behind. I've been protested and demonstrated against. Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against? I have. ![]() Where's my Snare? I have no snare in my headphones. ![]()
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