Hey Mom, hey Dad, I'm Look, Hunny, it's our mistake! Come give a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag! Mmm, slushies for everyone! Haha, how was day?*
For it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a dickhead God out sticks and gave me the shit-end Ridden with hoes, no kiddin' one's spittin' Got two right on my neck, three blister and on my tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat When really nobody's trash, Johnny No-Cash Tried to sell but thugs slapped me and took my stash
*Son, with the shitface? Golly fuck, Dad, prices are through the roof and my allowance just won't cut it anymore. I'm for a hit! Try whorin' body, like Mom does!*
The local outcast with a rash on my inner to outrun these bitches who all want me to die Waitin' for some rappers to die so maybe I can get a Without a song about bitches dance I all the clubs close so many assholes trapped in one building Should burn great white shows And all our hope is to a threat Try to change rap music hopes and I forget
The sitcom ain't real, what about Money's for gangstas not high school My life never resembled an of Full House You stay in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come out The sitcom ain't real, it's about Money's for not high school dropouts I get so frustrated the vein in my pops out I'm more dead dead people buried and forgotten about
*Dad? I to borrow $300 What for, son? Well, I got knocked up again! Son, did I ever tell you about your mother and the
Clout? Nope, of that America hates me like Yasur You remember that I feel to tell you that in the past Oh yes, I Now shit is different, now I'm Most of so called MCs is overrated and outdated New dawn, and a red one The only rapper to me is a dead one
*Golly, Dad, is it O.K. to hit a woman? Son, in my day, it right to hit a woman. But now that equal have been established, you wallop that cunt! And kick her while down!*
Nah, I'm fuckin' around, I know I sound bitter I up in a town where white kids say "What up, nigga?" When all wanna be, it's ironic to me that that's what I get called Just 'cause I wanna jump up on a So fuck all you assholes, present and future a young thug fires at me, misses and shoots ya I wouldn't lie, man, I the truth to ya There's no what this fuckin' town'll do to ya
The ain't real, what it's about Money's for gangstas not high dropouts My life never resembled an episode of House You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs out The sitcom ain't real, what about Money's for gangstas not school dropouts I get so the vein in my forehead pops out I'm more dead than dead buried and forgotten about
Most of you assholes all you gangstas 99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ya's? why I hate ya's Verbal Heaven's knock a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plate I feel empty, kinda When this shit I'ma get my fuckin' ass kicked But that's O.K. me, I'd die for the cause 'Cause my only purpose in life is to fuck ya'lls I your fuckin' guts 'cause my record got bumped back You went double-platinum, I double-hubcap A rugrat, you'd be pissed too suckin' a freshly track What the fuck you do?
*Gee whillikers Dad, does it ever get any Son, if there's one thing I've it's this: We're all gonna and die in this shitty, shitty town* (He's right)
And the funny thing is, he is right. I bid you from Town, America, folks. Get home safe, ladies and gentlemen. Hold your tight, and pretend not to their mouths taste like your best friends dick. 'Cause in the end just a small town piece of shit. Smile! next time folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off.